For Christmas this past year I got a bunch of fun kitchen gadgets from my in-laws. It was a really great gift, since I like to cook and play with gadgets. They included one little thing that wasn't explicitly a kitchen gadget: a really powerful magnet with a long, telescoping handle. That's been one of the more fun toys, since I use it to grab all sorts of stuff. Nothing practical, just fun.
Tonight that all changed. It got practical. I had just let myself into our building using the security fob they gave us to unlock the outer door, and was putting my keys back into my pocket as I stepped into the elevator. Only I missed my pocket and my keys fell to the ground, skidded across the floor, and down into the gap between the elevator and the floor.
I looked in the crack and could see all the way down to the bottom of the elevator shaft. Fortunately, my keys had gotten stuck just a foot or so down, and hadn't fallen all the way to the bottom. I quickly called my wife, and frantically told her to bring down "the magnet on a stick". She was down in a minute, and, viola! I had my keys.
So the hero of the night was my prescient in-laws, for foreseeing my plight, and providing me with the perfect tool for fixing the problem. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down