breaking into my own storage unit
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2001.07.09
Met with a fellow from a moving outfit, today. He took me over to my storage unit to have a look at my things, with the idea of estimating the cost of the move. Of course, I'd left my keys and Ken and Heidi's place on the weekend, so I had to have them break my lock. The girl behind the counter couldn't do it, so I got to use the bolt cutters. Interesting experience.
No matter; got a good quote, and I'm happy.