Teenager running late, so I chucked her house keys at her as she stood impatiently on the front path. Keys promptly became snugly intertwined on a branch of our oak tree. Lifted up son to get them, no luck (oh yeah, I'm short.) Used a boogy-board, scooter, random stick to no avail. A mop did the trick. Got the keys. Teenager had left in humiliation long before. My boys in fits of laughter, between my five year old asking me why I'm killing the leaves.
You couldn't write this shit.
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