Confessions of a Key Bender

I couldn't find my bike key this morning, so I had to borrow another bike that hadn't been assigned yet. The lock and key were very different from those of my regular bike, but I was running late so I didn't really notice.
After about 6-7 hours, I went back to the parking area only to discover that my bike had been moved from it's original spot. It didn't have any number on it, but I remembered that it was orange. I looked a few meters over to the left and spotted the only orange bike in the row. I tried my key in it, thinking that it should be the right one, but nay. And the key was apparently so aghast at being used in the improper lock that it bent in protest. It should be noted that the key was very thin, and the metal gave way far too easily.
Which was lucky enough, because I was able to bend it back into a relatively straight line. I then searched another row and found another orange bike, this time the correct one. (And in my defence, it was identical to the one I had just tried.) Terada-san didn't seem to notice anything when I handed it back in, so I may not need to explain anything. I mean, the key still works.
In the right lock.