...the dear son calls home tonight and begins his conversation with his mother (imitating Borat): "I am retard." We knew it would be interesting.
Seems he left his keys IN the store before the store closed, and now the store was completely closed, everyone gone, and David left in the parking lot with his car. How this could happen I haven't yet heard.
So DAD trucks down to Edwardsville (having to get gas before he can make the trip) and drops off a spare set of keys to our dear David.
He SOOOOOOOOO much is going to scratch my back before he even thinks of going to bed. Oh, yeah. The dingbat. He's been talking on the phone since he got home, so I still don't have the story of HOW it could happen. Sigh.