So tonight I was on my way to visit Ken, who does sound production for a local club.
On the way, a guy stopped me in the street. "Can you help me for a second?"
"Oh great" I thought.
"I manage this store right here" he said "and I have really bad OCD. Can you just check to make sure the two locks on the door are locked for me?"
I checked the locks, which were locked tight and the metal gate was down.
"They're locked - no problem" I said.
"Thanks" he said. "I have to do this every night."
(Originally posted on facebook on 9/27/12)