This morning I managed to lock myself out of our bedroom. A few years ago, when our teenage son was living here, people were in and out of the house at crazy hours. That got me scared for guarding my precious little treasures so I put a lock on the door, a real lock that needs a key to open.
And things have gone quite well actually, until this morning when I accidentally locked myself out of the bedroom. Where are all my clothes? In the bedroom. Where is the shower? In the bedroom. Aye carumba. And I promised to be at daughter’s house bright and early.
So I started googling locksmiths and looked for someone local who could come out and rescue this damsel in distress. He showed up at the door just a few minutes ago and upon inspecting the door lock, informed me that he would have to drill the lock out. Ok I said after he told me the cost for this little activity would be 138.00. 19 dollars for the service call and 119 for the labor. He barely spoke English.
That got me thinking, how do you know you can trust your locksmith? And why is it taking so long for him to drill out my lock? The sound is just awful...grinding on metal makes my ears ring.
Anyway, I am in now. And all the metal shards are cleaned up. Now where did I put the regular bedroom door knob?
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