An oldish lady was moving into our apartment (like Phyllis, maybe but with white hair) and she was walking around checking out all the cabinets and such when she saw my locker and was all "hey I can't get in there, it's locked" and tugging on the lock. Initially I made a motion to go open it obediently but then realized that I didn't have to and said "well that's my stuff and my lock. You don't need to get in there."
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