One of my most vivid memories of my long since deceased
grandfather involved a pair of play handcuffs that my parents kept in their bedside table. Why they had handcuffs in their bedside table and what that funny looking,
vibrating pink tube was I did not question at my tender age of 5 (and would still rather not question now).
Now of course play hand cuffs have that little switch which makes them never really locked. So, my "
magic trick" was to handcuff my grandfather and then show him how to release the handcuffs without using the key.
Of course, I put them on his hands too tight, the switch did not work, and stupid me, I had never bothered to look for the
key since the switch had always worked for me.
It wasn't until about 14 years later when I found myself in a similar situation (this time involving a similar vibrating pink tube) that I could truly appreciate why he got so angry when I told him I didn't have a key.