Suburban Metallurgy
Diane tried to put the key in the lock, but it wouldn’t fit. She bent over, closed one eye, and aimed the key for the keyhole, shoving as hard as she could. To no avail. She got out her phone.
“Dammit Jim, the house won’t let me in!”
Jim was at work, and had just been fired by his boss due to a “reduction in force” initiative.
“Diane, relax.”
“Jim, you know how much I hate it when you tell me to relax?” Diane screeched. “The house! It’s being an asshole!”
“Diane, you’re at the wrong house again.”
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