You Do What?
Yesterday, Wes managed to lock his keys in his truck at the A&W parking lot. Not a great bit of luck, but still a managable problem. Since I didn't live that far from said eating establishment, we walked over to my place and picked up a coat hanger. I was once a chevy owner, and Wes currently owns a GMC, we both knew how easy it is to break into his truck. When we got back to the parking lot there was a tonne of cars around, and I was wondering if someone would call the cops.
I pried the door away from the frame while my partner in crime started fishing for the lock inside the truck. After a few minutes my fingers couldn't handle it, and we decided on another plan of attack. We wondered over to the other side of the truck where the door latch could be pulled away from the body far enough to get the coat hanger inside.
By this point we had an audience, and in particular one older gentleman who was watching us from the mini-van parked next to us. After we fished around for a couple more minutes we had a muffled click and the door swung open.
It was at this point that the wispy old man finally spoke to us. He came out chatting about "I wondered if you boys would get that open", and murdled about Wes appearing to be "Full of fire". After a few more seemingly random phrases, he told us that he was a licenced lock smith.
How stupid is that? Your business acumen must be pretty sad when you sit and watch a potential client struggle with your particular craft.
