April 22, 2011

Just another unsung hero story - involving keys!

     On Easter Sunday I had taken my parents to put flowers on family graves as well as to accomplish a number of other things, and on the way home I stopped by my daughter's place to drop off a bag of oak leaf mulch (good stuff), and was waiting in the car for her to arrive... drowsy in one of the first really warm days of this summer. I got thinking about some violets in the trunk and decided I'd better check on them, so I opened the trunk and set the keys down. One of the violets had dumped over, so it was most likely when I was scooping and tamping dirt that the keys slid between the bags. Out of sight, out of mind... but still in trunk. Just about as the trunk latched I had the "oh No" realisation that the keys were probably still inside. 
     We tried everything, but without success, so I called AAA for their local locksmith service. They sent an angel in tattoos. 
     Seriously, here's a guy that arrives on Easter Sunday, spends several hours on a particularly difficult job (my car has a broken closing motor on the trunk, a firewall behind the back seat, and weird valet key precautions designed to make it Hard to get into the trunk), and Never Once makes a single patronising comment or glance, has the persistence of a Job, a wonderful attitude throughout, and still cuts us a break on the price. 
      How did he accomplish the job? After eliminating all other ways in, he had to remove the lock from the glove compartment, disassemble it to somehow make a key for it, reassemble it and put it back in.
     Oh - and locksmiths have the most wonderful little workshops in the back of their small vans. They look like something a clock maker would have... very cool.