April 2008
My Escape
Some time ago I was on my way to visit a friend who used to live in the southern part of Germany. On a lonely filling-station at the Autobahn I accidentally locked myself into the restrooms by ripping off the door handle. Damn, sometimes I seem too strong for this world :-). I shouted for help, but naturally nobody heard me. Of course - silly me - I had left my telephone outside in the car. So, after waiting the longest fifteen minutes of my life in this really dark and bad-smelling compartment, I took out my Leatherman Core, which I really ALWAYS have with me, and dismantled the remains of the lock until I was able to push the door open again. Boy, was I glad to get outside again! Thanks to Leatherman!
Joern K.
Aachen, Germany
OK, you voyeur, you. Enough of reading other people's stories. It's time you told your own tale of gripping heroism or even just neat DIY'ism. We know there's a Shakespeare in you somewhere. Don't make us use the Steens to find it.