In the old days, lax building codes meant buildings could have apertures small enough to trap children, provided it was a hot day and the bricks expanded slightly. Situations like this really call for our nicotine imp:

Whew! That calls for a cigarette! Meanwhile, back in the pipe-smoking car, the man is disappointed to learn that the woman who announced herself as LOST - i.e., loose, fallen - is actually having socially sanctioned intercourse with someone else.

HUSBAND! she says. (mocking trombones)