"There you go! All paid up." The man said.
"That was quick," the doctor noted dryly, speculatively eyeing the device in the man's hand.
"Oh," the man said with a shrug. "I told you I was fast." He set the, apparently, still perfectly formed coat hanger back on the desk and smiled benignly. "I am known for it. I am famous in the Salem school district janitorial staff for being able to brake into any car in under fifteen minutes. It really impressed those pot heads up in the city that I could unlock that rental car with nothing but a stick, a length of twine, and a staple."
The doctor ran a critical eye over the bland and decidedly middle class young man who was practically oozing respectability. There was nothing to suggest that he had any skills outside of a cubicle in an office. The doctor shrugged and finished the receipt. Seeming to think that this required more explanation.
"I lock myself out of my vehicle a lot," the man explained. "I learned to adapt."
The doctor eyed him and shrugged. "I am sorry you had to develop that skill."
The young man laughed and took his receipt.