I lost my house key last night. It’s the first time I’ve ever lost a house key and I’m none too pleased with myself. I put it in my bag together with my mobile phone and it must have dropped out when I took out the phone to make several calls. That’s the only explanation I can think of because I remember taking the key out with me and I can’t find it anywhere else. It’s really annoying.
So this morning, after looking everywhere, I finally gave in and called my father-in-law for a locksmith’s number because we wanted to get the lock changed. My father-in-law very kindly made the call for me and an appointment was made for half past three in the afternoon. I left work at three to work from home so I could wait for the locksmith.
To his credit he was right on time. Then he took one look at my door and said, “Oh, your lock is this type.” Err… yes, what type was he thinking? Apparently, the guy had brought the wrong lock. Since I didn’t set up the appointment personally, I don’t know if he’d bothered to ask what type of lock mine was before showing up with all of one lock. Out of curiosity, shouldn’t they bring like, a few?
We had to reschedule because he had to go back to his office or wherever to get the right one. I’m not complaining about having to leave work early because it was my stupidity that landed me this inconvenience in the first place (besides, who complains about having to leave work early?); but I will allow myself a teeny whinge about having to make two appointments to change one lock.
From now on, I’m going to be doubly paranoid about where I keep my keys dammit.
