Our friend Susan sent us the following story which is just too funny not to share:
A few years ago I went to visit my dad and step mom in Tulsa, Ok. It was one of those trips where I came home with more than I took, so my stepmom sent me back with an old suitcase of hers that she no longer wanted.
I got home and unpacked it, then put it in the attic where it has been for a few years. I have no use for it. It's an old style with tiny wheels. It is large and taking up too much space, but I have a terrible time getting rid of anything that has useful life left.
So a few weeks ago a person posted on Google groups that she was looking for an old suitcase to take on a mission trip. She wanted one that didn't have to be returned if it were ruined or lost. Perfect! I responded right away. When she got to my house I got out the suitcase, and it was then that I realized it had a 3-digit combination lock on it. I tried all the obvious possibilities (my dad's area code, part of the zip, address, etc.) with no luck. I even called them but they didn't remember it. The woman took the suitcase anyway, thinking perhaps she could get the lock off the suitcase.
A couple of weeks later the suitcase was on my front porch when I got home, still locked. I can only assume she found a different one to take. I didn't even bother to take it back up to the attic. It has been by the front door for a while waiting for me to get rid of it! So today, fed up, I decided that there were only 1000 possible combinations and how long could it possibly take to flip through them? I started with 001. 002. 003... I got pretty fast and was flipping through them at a rate of two or three per second. It wasn't taking that long.
Finally, on my 473rd try, *click*. I opened the suitcase wondering if there was anything in it. Sure enough, there was.
