"Mom! What's the combination number for my locker?"
"What's your lock combination?"
"My combination number, yeah."
"How should I know?!"
"You bought it!"
"I don't know what the combination number for your locker lock is!"
"Doesn't your homeroom teacher have it written down somewhere?"
I had recurring nightmares about being late for class, and wandering around the halls naked trying to remember my locker combination. It's a little frightening when the stuff of my unconscious- twilight- zone meets reality, even vicariously.