From an unknown Redditor:
"This took place when I was 18 and by that time I had been caught in several lies and shady sh*t by my parents. They didn't trust me very much and our relationship was rough – any time I stepped out of line, it was a disaster.
I drove my friend and myself to a club, at which there was no parking, so I parked in the lot of a nearby church where there were lots of cars parked (literally the one spot left). We go, we dance, great time is had by all. We take off around 3:00 am or so, which was already past my curfew (but no call from my parents, so I was in the clear). We walk to the church lot and there was my car, all alone, with an 8-foot tall gate locked by a padlock between me and it. F*ck.
I start to freak out. I can't call my parents because they'll flip out that I'm past curfew nearly an hour away from home, and what are they going to do anyway? I bang on the church windows, try to pick the lock with a bobby pin. I called my cousin in the area, and she randomly had a crowbar in her trunk, which we used to attempt to break the lock. Nothing was working, and time was passing.
As I was trying to pick the lock, this goth girl comes walking around the corner, yelling obscenities. Her boyfriend follows behind her, telling her to 'calm down, baby, it's cool.' This guy was also goth and looked wild – bleached, spiked hair, full of piercings, Marilyn Manson contacts, leather trenchcoat with no shirt on and a giant beer belly hanging out, and platform boots. He sees what we're doing and says, 'I can get that done in less than 10 minutes,' and walks away. I just think he's drunk and crazy and brush him off.
A few minutes later, he rolls up in a giant van, hops out, and opens the back. It looked like HOME F*CKING DEPOT. He had every power tool imaginable in there. He grabs a power saw, but we can't find an outlet. This guy grabs a 50 ft. extension cord and somehow climbed this gate and found an outlet on the other side of the church. He comes back, jumps the gate, and grabs his power saw and cuts through the padlock and chain. Sparks flying everywhere, crazy loud, in the middle of our downtown area. He throws the gate open while I'm thanking him profusely and running into my car (by this time, we were closing in on 5:00 am). He just kept saying, 'It's cool, it's cool, you never know when you're going to need f*ck some sh*t up.' I got home just in time to sneak in before my dad woke up."