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03 April 2011

The World is My Teacher

   There is a gate I have to open fairly regularly for which I do not have a key.  I had an old pair of scissors that lost the rivet and was therefore two halves of a scissors.  Is it a "scissors" or a "scissor" or just "scissors?"  I don't know, but I digress.  Anyway, I take one half of the scissors, which is a flat, thin, curved blade, and I slip it in the latch, release the bolt, and open the gate.  The other day, I had approached the gate without my handy half scissor tool and, rather than walk back to my truck with all the stuff I was carrying, I was trying to open the latch with my pocket knife.  A couple of kids walked up behind me, returning home from school, a boy and a girl I'd say were probably 9 or 10 years old, saw what I was doing, and said, "We just do this."  The boy gave the iron gate a good kick, in and downward, and the it popped open!

   Here I thought I was so smart with my secret "master key," and all the while all I had to do was kick the gate just right.  Sometimes I just don't know what I don't know.