Locker Search
A Hidden Value of Pink Ponies is Revealed
My senior year of high school we were given our locker assignments on the first day. I got 125, an auspicious number I felt. We were told to write on a card our assigned locker numbers. I wrote 5^3, for 5 cubed and thought nothing further about it.
Then one day late in the year, a policeman walks in with the principal and says, "Garbett, locker search, NOW!" I wonder what the hell is going on, which of my various schemes I'd been caught for, or if it was a setup. I thought about my locker for a moment, I wasn't using it. I was using 126, and had taken about 30 different versions of the painting the scream and taped it all inside the locker such that when you opened it, it assaulted your eyes. I wondered what they would think of that. I was snickering already.
Then to my surprise I was led to locker 53. There was a big lock on the locker. The principal told me to take it off. I said I can't and shrugged. The policeman used a pair of big bolt cutters and chopped it off.
The locker was full of pink ponies and pink fur stuff. Lip gloss and curly script notes with love written on them, scattered among freshman books. They pulled all the contents out on the floor and went through it. The policeman kept giving me an odd looks. I just kept my mouth shut and shrugged. Let them think what they will. None of these adults questioned that it wasn't my locker. Just remember, never fill out any paperwork quite right, that'll keep them on their toes.
Pink Unicorn, Copyright (c) 2010, Christian Salafia. Used with permission under Creative Commons License.
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