Lisa needed for me to watch over something valuable for a few months.
So, I agreed, and she handed me a metal box safe. It was painted up really nice.
“Keep it safe,” she said, and she walked out the door.
A few weeks later, she called in a panic. “Is it safe? Is it still okay?”
I said “I don’t know” but we got disconnected.
I took it to the garage and opened it up with a drill-press.
Empty.
I called her back and said so.
“YOU CRACKED IT OPEN? YOU BROKE THAT ANTIQUE LOCK? IT WAS PRICELESS!”
Shit.