Every now and again I wake up early, decide to get up out of bed, shower and arrive at work before nine. As I left the house early this morning I grabbed my bags, phones, pulled the door shut behind me, and realized I had just locked my keys in my house.
Knowing my house was locked up tighter than Fort Knox, I immediately did an online search for a nearby locksmith. The locksmith arrived within 10-15 minutes and felt confident he would have the lock picked in just as little time. Thirty minutes later, his confidence was waning. “Jesus,” I heard him say under his breath, “It’s not wanting to pick.” I loaned him a credit card to try to open it that way – no avail. “Does anyone have a spare key?” he asked. “MiniMe, but she is in Alaska,” I replied. “Can she send you a picture of it?” he asked. “Possibly,” I said.
Fortunately, MiniMe was able to send a picture and, after failing to be able to look three locks, he was able to recreate my key and, in just under two hours from the time I locked myself out, I was back in the house. Fort Knox, I’m home.