Once upon a time there was a girl named Brooklyn. She was a locksmith. She hated being a locksmith because boys would call her to come unlock their cars, then they would flirt with her relentlessly. She did not appreciate this. One day, brooklyn decided she had had enough. She did not want to be a locksmith anymore. She stormed out of her office and out the door.

Once brooklyn was outside she realized that she missed the locksmith community. She missed the people. She also missed the art of being a locksmith. The focus and commitment it took to get that door figured out.  She loved the satisfying click it made when the lock popped up. How was she ever going to live without it? (To be continued)