I haven't seen the original, but Gabe's parody is not totally unrealistic. One Christmas Day in the early 90s I decided to move some stuff into my newly built-out communal office suite, which had no phones installed (and before I had a cell). Dropping my boxes and preparing to leave, I discovered the front door lock to have been installed in such a way that I could not exit. Luckily it was a 3rd floor office in an old building with opening windows. I managed to convince a passerby (not too numerous on that day and in that neighborhood) to accept a set of thrown keys to come around and let me out. It took some convincing. The cycle of anxiety/calm down/anxiety was about 30 seconds in length, for the better part of an hour. Not that I did any of that other stuff.

Jack never changed his style, which speaks for the level of confidence he had in his message. It was always more than just a way to make a buck for Jack. I too remember him from childhood. Someday we will all wear stretch jumpsuits!

the link to buy goes to J.G. Ballard book by V. Vale

Note the deep ruts on both sides of sign! This has been there awhile.