MY STORAGE WARS!

MY STORAGE WARS - When you own a storage unit that has access from the outside, you SHOULD NOT park your vehicle in front of someone else's storage unit. I showed up at my unit one day last week, and when I rounded the corner, there was a vehicle in front of mine. I thought "Okay, I haven't been here in a while. Maybe mine if further up?" I park further up, but not in directly in front so as to block anyone's access. By the time I do that, a woman is standing in front of what I thought was MY unit, with the door open. So I figure I was having another total mentalpausal moment, a total brain fart, so I walked up a unit or two, trying to recognize my padlocks, wishing I had had the foresight to write my storage unit number in my phone. Of couse....I hadn't.
Nothing looked familiar, but I hadn't been there since the summer. So, I stuck a key in a padlock. It went in halfway, and then got STUCK!! No amount of jiggling and wiggling would get it out. Meanwhile, those people have left. I now have one key left, which doesn't fit any padlock I have tried around me. On a hunch, I go where their van had been parked, and SURE ENOUGH, MY OTHER KEY opens that lock. So that was MY storage unit. GEEZ Louise!
Now of course, I have two problems. Not only do I NOT have any spare keys - one of my keys is stuck where it doesn't belong, and the other opens only one of the two locks I have on my unit. I have screwed up someone's unit and I CAN'T get into mine.
I tried spraying some foamy thing out of a can, that I found in my car breakdown box, but that didn't budge the key. Off to the office I went, to get the lady from the front desk. She couldn't do anything, and told me she would have to get the maintenance guy in to saw off the padlock.
So, now I have to pay for a new padlock for this poor schmuck who won't be able to get into his unit, should he show up right now; I can't get into mine; I don't have my spare keys; I have to go back to my mother's to get it; and come back.
All of which I do, bouncing and swearing! My rearrival is timely; the maintenance guy comes around the corner as I am finally getting into MY unit. He can't get the key out, so he will have to saw it off.
Meanwhile, the reception lady comes out, reassures me that the unit owner is in Alberta and doesn't need to get into his storage and I don't have to pay for another lock, she has plenty. I think she took a shine to Vimy - he followed her everywhere earlier, even into her office.
So, as I told the maintenance man "Aren't you happy there are i-d-i-o-t-s like me, so that you have lots of work to keep you busy?"
Tout est bien qui finit bien!