Slim Pickin's

So last night, I was supervising Bethany's last training event for her new promotion to Student Lead (aka, middle management) when a elderly woman accosted us and asked if anyone could help her get her keys she locked in her car. Apparently the ace locksmith in the group, I was dispatched to assist the woman.

The two minute ordeal was pretty simple; pop locks are always a piece of cake to open. But this time the woman tipped me $10, despite my violent protests!

So, in summary: I got paid to sit there and watch my someone supervise a parking permit sales event with my friends, that someone was my girlfriend, I got tipped $10, and I got to break into a car.

How sweet is that?