lock no.1 lock no.2

In the time when I was younger I was known to play a parietal joke on my friends if I saw a chance. 25 years ago I was working at Tyson food. I had a Friend working there named Velma. The company furnished us lockers I never used a locker because if I had anything of value I had it on me but Velma locked up everything she brought to work and she usually brought a lot of stuff.

As often happens in the work place there was a dispute about lockers and so management decreed that we had to share lockers. Velma told me that I would share with her not because we were great friends but because Velma knew I didn't use a locker.

Velma showed me locker no. 50 and said this is our locker and here is your key. I failed to mention Velma was as tight as the bark on a tree or maybe stingy is the word. This lock she had on her locker was about as big as my thumb and I was sure I had seen some like it at our local grocery for 50 cents.

That day after work I stopped and bought another thumb sized lock just like the one Velma had on our locker. The next morning I arrived at work before Velma by design and took the old lock off our locker and put the new lock on then I settled down to wait for Velma to arrive, She tried to open the lock and failed after several attempts I said to her What wrong, Velma? she said for some reason I can't open my lock. I told her here is my key try it. Presto the lock opened. I told her since You use the locker more than I do you keep my key. OK, Velma said.
I Waited for Velma to go away and I switched the lock back to lock no. 1.

At break time the same song new verse. Velma couldn't get her key to work and mine did. Velma was very puzzled as she went back to work with my key again. I switched the lock as soon as she went out of my sight by this time I had a group of people watching the switch.

The last go around Velma got so upset I had to tell her what I had been doing to her. Velma was relieved to know she wasn't losing her mind.