I could not believe the mouth this woman had on her.  On top of that, she apparantly goes to church.

I once had a guy call in to look for storage.  The caller sounded normal enough at first, but when asked what he planned to store, he responded with a strange request.  He wanted to store his children.  At first, I thought the man was joking, but he was serious.  He claimed he could not afford a baby sitter, and the kids were too young to be in school.  He said he wanted to put them in there with food and water, then lock them in there until he got off work.  Needless to say, I was not able to help him with a space.

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Part 4.  A History Lesson

Mona went to bed later that night, having had an exciting day.  She laid PL down beside, and had to warm him up before she could snuggle with him.  He was, after all, made of steel.  Soon, she was in a deep sleep, dreaming about PL, the movers , and mommas storage unit .  When she awoke, it was again bright and sunny outside.  Mona quickly jumped out of bed, threw her clothes on and put PL in her bookbag, and ran into the living room.  After doing her chores, she grabbed her bookbag went down to the basement level of the apartment complex and knocked on door 2B.  Roger Wilson lived there.  He was an old man who had lived in the same apartment for over 40 years.  Mona wanted to see if Roger could give her a clue as to where the pad lock might of come from.  When he answered, he was delighted to see her.  The two had cold glasses of Iced Tea and home made chocolate chip cookies.  When Mona brought up the subject of what used to be in the old field behind them, she was told there was once houses there.  Each house had looked almost exactly alike, Roger told her.  He even produced a picture of the nieghborhood, two years before it was destroyed.  Mona couldn't help but notice a small shinging object sitting on the porch railing of the house directly in the center of the picture.

Mona watched in horror as the one-eyed pad lock winked and then began dancing a jig, using his key as a make shift cane.  When he was finished, he sat down and just looked up to the terrified face of eight year old Mona.  The lock reached his hand up, as if to shake Monas hand.  Mona slowly reached down, grabbed the pad lock's non-exsitant hand and shook it softly.  The pad lock giggled with excitment, then reached into his pocket and produced a tiny card.  It read,  My name in PL.  I was left here many years ago when my previous owner abandoned me.  Thank you for saving me.  The card was very worn, and Mona was sure he had been waiting a long time for someone to help him.  Just then, three movers came rumbling up the stairs, carring boxes for a tenant on the top floor.  The lock quickly jumped back into Monas hands.  When she looked down, PL was again just a normal lock.  As Mona moved out of the way, she decided she had made a new friend, even if no one else would believe her.

Part 2.  No One Believes Me

The little girl who found the lock was named Mona.  Mona was only 8 years old, but knew there was something strange about this lock.  After she noticed the lock made noises and moved even, she was eager to find out what that something strange was.  She quickly climbed the stairs two at a time, and when she finally reached the top, she was exhausted.  Using the key she always kept around her neck, she unlocked the door and ran into the kitchen.  While she tried to explain to her mother the odd events that unfolded in the field, she was shushed and told not to use her imagination so much.  Feeling alone, she quietly sat at top of the stairs outside the door, considering leaving the lock next to an old pile of boxes. As she began to cry, the lock leaped out of Mona's hands.  Before she could realize it, the small pad lock was standing in front of her on the step below.  The lock looked up at her and blinked its one eye.

Part 1.  A Strange New Lock

The year was 1965.  The sun was shining bright in the beautiful city of Saskatoon, SK.  A young girl was playing in a field behind the apartments her and her mother lived in.  She had always loved to pick flowers and give them to thier nieghbors.  As she skipped across a sea of dandilions, she noticed something shining in the dirt.  As she reached down, she realized it was a lock.  It looked similar to the lock momma used on her storage unit down the street.  However, this lock was unusually clean and shiny for being in the dirt.  A small key was attached to the lock bolt, which fit the lock perfectly.  She began making her way back to the apartment complex, but stopped suddley when she heard a noise.  She was sure it came from the lock, but that was crazy.  She heard the noise again, and this time the lock vibrated slightly in her hand.