Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.
Good News: We didnât have to wait around for a locksmith.
Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstoryâą. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.
Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.
Bad News: It was Maggie, and since sheâs already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, sheâll never think Iâm cool no matter what I do. Itâs too late. She knows.