Oh darn, it's locked...

James turned to me and said:

"Today in class (welding) there was a guy that lost both the keys to the lock on his locker and he couldn't get into it. So the teacher offered to cut the lock off for him, but just as he was about to, I offered to try to pick the lock for him. I grabbed my lock pick out of my locker and then tried my best to pop the lock. For whatever reason, this particular lock refused to open, and so the teacher gave me the tool to cut it off anyway. 

"Meanwhile, another guy in class asked me: Did you know that you can make a triangle lock pick from a pop can? To which I replied: Yep, I saw that on youtube. That's when I noticed that the rest of the guys in class were looking at each other nervously like they were thinking: Shit! Our stuff isn't safe! One guy even laughed and made a comment: Remind me not to buy any Master locks around you!"

James laughs and then adds: "So the teacher asked me where I had learned to pick locks and I told him: Autobody class.

They teach you how to pick locks in autobody class?!?! 

Well no, but sometimes we had to get into old cars that had been donated to the school, and it was just easiest to pop the lock rather than Slim Jim them.

The teacher joked to the rest of the class: Careful! Jim's going to be out there popping locks in the parking lot!

I laughed. Nah! I've only picked two locks in the parking lot...

The teacher gave me this look like he was thinking: Wait, what?

I laughed, but didn't tell him that it's true. A girl locked herself out of her car once and needed my help to open it."

I laughed because I know my hubby likes to imply things and leave people wondering, lol!