Old Man Winter is a vicious heat-miser who does not tolerate foolishness idly. h3. Case in point: This fine, frigid morning--a lovely -10 c start to the day--an unassuming young boy and girl embarked on a short drive to the home of the girl's brother. The brother was leaving for a short trip to warmer climes and the couple wanted to see him off. Note: In order to protect the names of the innocent, we'll refer to the couple as K, the boy, and A, the girl. While the three were de-icing the brother's car, K started the couple's car to warm it up as they scraped. Shortly thereafter A went back to car looking for another scraper. Long story short, when the couple returned to their car they found all doors locked, K's keys turned in the ignition and A's keys fallen on the driver's seat. Thank goodness for the brother who, before being forced to leave in order to make his flight, helped the couple make an urgent call requesting a towing company to come slim-jim the car before the gas ran out. What followed was twenty-odd minutes of ice-cold eternity. Teeth began chattering, toes went blue and senses became sluggish. That was just the first five minutes. We--ur--they stood perplexed in bright and direct sunlight as the chill seeped through to the bone. They soon relented and--thank goodness--had been given the option of waiting in the brother's other car, with the engine running purely for heat. When the man from the towing company appeared, they were elated even if he hadn't arrived in a towtruck. Within thirty seconds, the man had popped open the locked car's door. Twenty seconds of that activity involved him opening and closing his tool bag. Grateful as they were, A and K found the whole rescue mildly surreal as their towtruck-less saviour was on site for less than five minutes and then, with cash in hand, was already off to the two more calls he had received whilst saving their day. h3. Here Endeth the Lesson Thus, the point of this story is not to be mindful of your keys before locking your car door. Nor should the lesson involve you considering the usefulness of a cellular phone for the ordeals of a Canadian winter. The real lesson of this story is that you should become a towtruck guy for the winter and make a delightful killing from fools like us. Old Man Winter may well be heartless bastard, but atleast he can provide anyone with the ability to capitalize on the icy misfortune of others with enough reward to spend the rest of the year summering in Spain.