New Lock

Barb couldn't find her lock for her sports locker.  So she went out and bought a new lock.  I told her that I remembered seeing her lock in a box.  I had remembered packing it in Florida and I had remembered unpacking it in New Hamburg.  I had dumped it in her box of cords under the television that I thought was her box to store random stuff.  She said that the box was only for cords and was mad that she had bought a new lock for no reason.  She was happy that we found the old lock though because she has had that same lock since high school and will never forget the combination.