lock-me-out-nator

it was a supposedly fun evening, with dinner and a horror dvd night @ charm's place. as i was leaving the house, i took my stuff, left my room, and locked my room door.

AND THEN i start to check for my keys. (i amaze myself with my stupidity)

No keys on me. Double, triple, quadraple check but no keys.

I called "2-finger charmie", and told her this joke. initially, she helped me looked up some locksmith. i called up a few locksmith but the cost is too high(about $200). we figured that breaking the lock is cheaper. so i proceed to break the door down.

few things i realised from this episode......

• doors do not break down easy like in the movies
• the door locks are pretty strong.
• the door do not come down just by crashing it with your shoulders, or kicking with your legs
  
• being locksmith is a lucrative trade(one of them told me to call back 10mins later because he has quite a few calls on hold)

anyway, i alternated between using my body and my legs. eventually i sort of took out the door knob and used to fork to unlock the door. and then put back the door knob(no damage done except a few scratch)

TADA!! my bunch of keys sits pretty on my coffee table. i shared the good news with charm and then on my way to dinner and movie marathon.

"good" move there, i hoped i learnt my lesson.

Labels: mein leben, musing

Posted by Unknown on Monday, July 31, 2006 at 11:36 AM | Permalink