Had to create an account just so I could say that the handcuff thing happened to me when I was about 8. My father was a newly minted fed. We were visiting my mother's parents who worked on a cattle ranch in a fairly remote part of NM. My father started playing "tag" (actually some variation of such) with us kids. He caught me and handcuffed my hands together around a bar on a brass bed so I couldn't "escape" and went in search of someone else. When he went to remove the handcuffs, he could not find the key. It was back at home. So, they had to use a hacksaw to cut me out of the bed. (Which pleased my grandmother no end.) Then we drove to town to try to find someone with keys to the cuffs. The keys the local police had would not work. They got on the horn and found a state cop who was nearby. Luckily, he had a key that worked. And, I was freed of the cuffs after being in them for a couple of hours. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. My father learned a valuable lesson about his handcuffs, though. Real life. This was more than 40 years ago, btw.
