Dad came to my room, with his supper from earlier today, and was about to speak. I tried anticipated his next word judging by his facial muscles involved, working on the mouthfull he had going. Finally, he swallowed his food and said,"I locked my keys in my car."

Yeah, we both thought that was funny

My dad had phoned my mom and I earlier to take us out for a drive, hang out on this hilltop, swing by McDonalds (I had an orange juice), hang out at my younger brother's place, then arrive home, where my dad dug into his left-over dinner from earlier. I was in the middle of watching "Yogi Bear & Booboo", when he interrupted me. I'm hoping that he doesn't break the window to get his keys, like he did his cab: he'd used a screwdriver on it and the window cracked into pieces, so now he has no driver's side window. I assisted him as much as possible, holding the flashlight, but the window/lock controls are buttons, and a wire hanger can't push it. It was frustrating for both of us. Also, our outside light that comes on automatically was shining down upon us, like we were juvenile delinquents, what with dad and his coat wire hanger being jammed into the door, with the aid of a wrench, while I held the flashlight. Didn't look good for us. There were some neighbors still up and socialising, unaware of our shenanigans, but it got to a point that I wasn't needed. I put down the flashlight and wrench, feeling useless, and went back inside, only to spot "The Family Guy": a reminder on why I don't want to get married.

Like I said, he got the keys out.

I don't know how he did it, but he did it. He'd also left his cellphone inside there, and he got that out too. He made sure not to let my mom know of any of this. He's aware that she thinks he's absent-minded. She was even commenting, while he was at a safe distance, that she was worried about him, saying this half-jokingly. He'd phoned me on thursday, from way on the other side of Winnipeg, asking me how he ended up there. He's a cab driver, responsible for getting people to their proper destination, and he's phoning me of his own whereabouts. Sometimes, we need our own reality show, so that people see how funny his reality is.

Better check out some "retirement homes".