Friends Don’t Pick Friends’ Locks

My husband’s friend is getting divorced.

Friend: “Can you hold a few boxes of my things while I sort through this?”

Husband: “No problem. We have room in the attic for a few boxes.”

What comes over, however, is a dozen boxes of books, rechargeable batteries for power tools, and heavy winter clothes. We haul this stuff up to the attic and it sits there. And sits. And sits. For over a year.

Then, one day, this friend texts my husband.

Friend: “Hey, I’m coming over to get my stuff.”

Husband: “Unfortunately, we’re not home right now, but we can help you when we get home this evening.”

He doesn’t reply. When we get home, we are surprised to see that our front door isn’t latched shut. I go into panic mode, thinking we’ve been robbed. We check the house and everything is fine until we get to the attic door. It’s one of those pull-down doors with a string hanging from the ceiling. It is still open. We go up and find that all of my husband’s friend’s boxes are gone. My husband calls his friend.

Husband: “What happened?!”

Apparently, he couldn’t wait a few hours to get his stuff, so he brought some of his friends — strangers to us — to our house, picked the lock, and allowed them into our home to retrieve his things. He saw nothing wrong with what he did, because he told us he wanted his things and we weren’t helping him. He is no longer a friend and now we have a new lock and security system.