Zowie, it was a real zinger!

And so unexpected.  The best truck in the world had made it up the snowy drive and was ready to wend its way back to Ann Arbor.  First, a stop in town for a sad event (a funeral of a much admired man on his 90^th birthday), then hit the road.  But brushing off the accumulated snow from the rear window, it happens, the keys drop into the bed of the truck.   No problem, you say to yourself.  But zounds! the zinger has intervened! 

The keys have found a space between the cab and the bed of the trunk and are not to be seen.  They must be under the truck – so being not zoftig, under the best truck in the world you zip (after taking off your brand new winter coat, of course).  It’s a little cold as you shimmy in the snow and gad zooks! no keys!   What to do?  Call home?   The other keys are two and a half hours away!  Would treats from Zingerman’s (a deli as good as Zabar’s) help speed the round trip?   Think, think of simpler solutions!

Ah ha, a good friend is just blocks away, call him.   He zeros in on an idea -- let’s try a hanger to fish them out.   With renewed zeal, you zigzag the hanger down the hole and Z00M, up come the keys!   The zinger has been zapped!

So with the heater on high to warm you, the best truck in the world -- except for this one zany flaw -- brings you home safely.   And, at last, you have the chance to zonk out,  yes, catch some z's,  and recover from this day of unexpected turns.

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