Today's Letters: Dear Mr. Loerke, last week when I accidentally locked my keys in the car at the airport you drove 25 miles just to bring me your fleece so I wouldn't freeze while waiting on the locksmith. Don't do these kind of things unless you wanna make out in front of strangers. Dear Trader Joe's, you're officially coming to Dallas! Reason #483 to move to Lakewood. Dear Vintage Camera Nightlight, you 1, Gloworm, 0. Dear Husband, we go together like eggs & bacon, salt & pepper, bread & butter, milk & cookies, meat & potatoes. To the moon!
I wanna know how many of you have ever locked your keys in your car. Then I suggest we start a side business cramming doorstops behind windows and tapping the unlock button with a steel rod. Rolling in the Benjamin's, we would.