Things went on like this until two in the afternoon on Thursday. A customer came in, asking for help with a lock. She’d forgotten her key and desperately needed to get into her unit. After verifying that it was, in fact, her unit, she purchased a new lock from me, then I turned the sign on the door to ‘Back in Ten Minutes,’ locked it, and walked with her to take care of the problem. I used a bolt cutter to cut off the padlock so she could access her items. She was almost embarrassingly grateful.
I left her and was on my way back to the office when, on a whim, I decided to do a quick walk-around. It was brisk out, and I shivered beneath my wool jacket. I turned the corner to walk down the row where Lonnie’s unit was located and noticed his car was there. The door to his rental space was ro
