I came home the other day to find that a work crew had damaged the power lines to my neighborhood. I became suspicious when my garage door wouldn’t open after pressing the button several times with increasing force. My suspicion was confirmed by a city workman who saw me sitting in my car in denial that the garage door wouldn’t open – he took pity on me.
He apologized and I told him not to sweat it and that I appreciated the work he was doing. I quickly realized that I had no house key. After trying to force the sliding glass door open (read: damaging), I retreated to a friend’s house to re-strategize (I no longer felt ‘appreciation’ for the city workers!)
I asked my friend for ‘tools’. Why? It’s not that I’m proficient with them it just feels good to have a tool in my hand when there’s a problem. And it helps me think. My brilliant idea: Pick the lock.
I hear you saying, “That’s only done in the movies.” Oh contraire. With a simple paperclip and metal picture hanger thingy I set out to battle once more.
“How would you know how to pick a lock?” you question. No, I haven’t done time (at least not more than a couple hours at a stretch). I easily learned the technique and basic concepts from the internet.
It was only my second time picking a lock – it took only 10 minutes. Yes, an ordained Pastor with minimal time and some rudimentary tools can break into a house. Scary huh?
Locks and keys used to give me such a sense of security and well being . . .