A man dashes into the counter at the quick-stop and asks "Can I use your phone to call my wife? I locked my keys in the car."
"Sure," the cashier answers. So the fellow phones home.
"Honey," the man tells his wife, "come on down to the quick-stop with the other car keys. I locked my keys in the car, and left the motor running."
"And hurry! I left the top down, and it’s fixin’ to rain!"
My wife–who is the exact opposite of an airhead–zapped me with one just the other day. I mentioned that a new self-serve carwash was being built in the neighborhood.
"How nice," she replied, "and it’s within walking distance."