I recently saw a distraught blonde young lady weeping beside her car.
—Do you need some help?—, I asked.
She replied,
—I knew I should have replaced the battery to this remote door unlocker, but now I can’t get into my car. Do you think they (pointing to a distant convenience store) would have a battery to fit this?
—Hmmm, I don’t know. Do you have an alarm, too?—, I asked.
—No, just this remote thingy—, she answered, handing it and the car keys to me.
As I took the key and manually unlocked the door, I replied,
—Why don’t you drive over there and check about the batteries. It’s a long walk!
