There is a chocolate vending machine on one of the floors so he went through his pockets looking for change. He found none but by now his mouth was in chocolate-shape so he went down to the car where he knew there was some change in the little drawer in the dashboard.
When he got there he couldn't open the drawer. It's been sticking for a while so he kept twiddling with it, thinking it was bound to open eventually. It didn't.
Now the call of the chocolate bars was growing ever louder. Being all manly, and giving nay a thought to the consequences, he brutally forced the drawer open. Almost able to taste the chocolate on his tongue now, he grabbed money and flipped the drawer shut. It popped open again. He pushed it closed; it opened. 'Sod it,' he said, and that, dear reader, is why we have a permanently-open drawer in the car.
But Husband got his chocolate.