Three s Company All Cats Are Gray
Jack fumbled with his packages, juggling them from arm to arm as he searched for his key. He'd put it away just a few minutes ago, when he'd left the apartment. Now where was it? Ah, there it was, in his jacket. He tugged, but the key ring was snagged on something. He pulled again. Oh, great, now his hand was caught, too. He reached over with his other hand -- and remembered, just a split second too late, that he was juggling four packages his roommate Chrissy had wanted him to mail and a bag...