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Show Thanked for Cranking. Some time ago I went with a friend to see an acquaintance at a hospital, and as we were leaving my friend stopped in the corridor to exchange a few words with a doctor. I walked outside, where a long line of cars was parked about the building, intending to crank my friend's Ford. I had some trouble starting it, and while I was cranking some one climbed into the car, but, thinking it was my companion, compan-ion, I did not even look up. Imagine my surprise when the motor began to whir and the car backed off smoothly. I looked up into the smiling face of a perfect stranger. "Thank you," lie said, bowing. I had cranked the wrong car. New York Times. |