My moblie rang. I pick it up, my brother was on the other line.
"Can you pick gold locks"
and i replyed "err what are you talking about? locks that go on doors?"
he starts to talk trying to you some tyoe of lock technical talk which, i personally haven heard of

"err well i havent been picking in a while" i said
"can you or not!" he said back
"whats happening first" i demanded
"ok, well my friends is at work with his boss and someone droped the keys to the freizer into the drain and they need it open by morning or they wont be able to sell anything"(this is at s fish markets)
nerviously i replyed "yer i gess so"
so he drove off to come pick me up. I was sooo nervious, my first time to pick for a greater purpose then for my own joy. I quickly dusted and collect my picks and got ready. My brother got home and quickly drove off with me in the car.
We got to the fish shop. I walked in and met the boss and then asked him to show me to the lock. Then i noitced hacksaws and cuts on the lock. They tried to cut it open, got no where.
I was standing there staring into the key hole of a Lockwood 110/40. I withdrew my picks and started to pick with my dubble ended tension wrench and shallow hook. IT TOOK ME LESS THEN 3 MINS TO GET OPEN!. But while i was picking they were seeing if they could rip the door off.. Didnt sound like they had much trust in me.
After i finished i packed up my 22 piece Southord slimlines and i was so happy/exicted.. well you know the emotions. He took my number and Name just incase it happens again and handed me $20. That was the icing on the cake.
(P.S sorry i had to hurry have to go out. and this is pretty cool for me, a 15 year old kid)