I used to work at a tackle shop near a 13,000 acre impoundment in central North Carolina. One morning a couple of retired guys who were regular customers came in to buy some minnows, hooks, and drinks, ice, & munchies for a day fishing at the lake. They were in a large 1970s American made sedan. As they loaded gear into the trunk and slammed the trunk, the guy driving realized that he doesn't have the keys. They search their pockets, check the trunk, and come back in the store, hoping the keys were on the counter or something. But no such luck. They decided the keys must be locked in the trunk, so they go wake up the shop owner (he worked late the night before and went catfishing after), who is aout half hug over and tired out. They borrowed some tools so they could remove the back seat and maybe get the keys out that way. They took out the back and bottom of the seat, borrowed a spotlight to help see in the trunk, then they cut off and rigged up an old cane pole with a dull fishing hook on the tip, so they can move thigs aroud in the trunk. They'd been at this for 2 and a half hours and still hadn't found the keys. The minnows are dying, the ice is melting, it's late morning and they're still no closer to the lake. Finally, after much swearing, sweatting, & cut kuckles, they pop the trunk latch open. But the keys aren't there! As the driver's buddy walks around the open driver's side door, he finds the keys sticking out of the door lock... Turns out they were there the entire time when the driver went to get the minnow bucket out of the car.... They said screw it & went home.
Jim