>>Of course, we already know that the typical RV lock is a joke.
>
> Except when you are the one who is locked out of yer own RV. :-)
>>> Of course, we already know that the typical RV lock is a joke.
>> Except when you are the one who is locked out of yer own RV. :-)
>
> Like when your four year old is misbehaving and locks himself inside...with
> the keys on the counter (and isn't at all convinced that dad isn't going to
> give him a licking if he unlocks the door).
The only times my keys are not in the pocket of the pants I'm wearing
are when I'm changing pants or one of the keys is in the hole it fits
doing what a key is supposed to do.

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stan.birch@hotmail.com - 10 Feb 2008 20:17 GMT
>The only times my keys are not in the pocket of the pants I'm wearing
>are when I'm changing pants or one of the keys is in the hole it fits
>doing what a key is supposed to do.
Not only do we have spare keys stored in basement storage areas; but
the windows are always left unlocked, so we can always get in via the
ladder. 'Course, the ignition keys NEVER EVER leave our rig!!
Steve Wolf - 10 Feb 2008 21:57 GMT
The only time my keys are not in the pocket of the pants I'm wearing is
when they've fallen out after an impromptu dunking in a state park lake.
That taught me the reason for spare keys properly hidden.
>> The only times my keys are not in the pocket of the pants I'm wearing
>> are when I'm changing pants or one of the keys is in the hole it fits
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> the windows are always left unlocked, so we can always get in via the
> ladder. 'Course, the ignition keys NEVER EVER leave our rig!!
NotMe - 11 Feb 2008 02:23 GMT
| >>> Of course, we already know that the typical RV lock is a joke.
| >> Except when you are the one who is locked out of yer own RV. :-)
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| are when I'm changing pants or one of the keys is in the hole it fits
| doing what a key is supposed to do.
Never had any month old grand kids visiting?
My spares are always hidden where me and mine can find them. A lesson
learned by the two oldest boys when they took my truck fishing and lost the
keys and the tackle playing grab a** in the fishing boat. Came home cold
and wet but home they came.