All About locksmith

We all have had our experiences with locks and locksmiths I dare say. When your kids leave your car keys inside the car and lock the doors, or when you move into a new place and find some cupboards already locked and you want the locks removed, and you not being a hardware guy yourself, you need a locksmith. Whenever I come across the words locksmith, I am always reminded of my friend Tony. He was just obsessed with locks. Generally speaking, the word locksmith goes both ways, you can call him a guy who makes locks or in the case of my friend Tony, the one who defeats them. You would always find him there in his room, either watching You Tube videos as to how locks worked, or practicing on different locks.

I had no special appreciation for this knowledge of his, apart from the fact that any skill is indeed a skill, and thus to be appreciated. It so happened that one day, I lost the key to my room, and after a lot of looking for the key, we had to buzz in the expert. Mr. Tony was called to the rescue. He came, and just like a surgeon, took over. “Everybody moves away!” These were his first words. The second one being “lights”, believe me I was looking for a word “suction”, but he refrained from acting doctor to that extent. He started improvising tools form here and there. “Does anyone have a hairpin?” I was already thin on my patience by then, and shouted, “Who the hell would have a hairpin in a male accommodation?”, “Never mind” were his remarks. He then moved on to asking for soldering wires and thin Key chain wires, and later to the straws of a broom.

There was something related to the size of the space available for the entry or whatever, I couldn’t understand a bit. After a while, he was like, I suppose I have had a wrong approach to this one, where did you say you bought this one? I think I have freed its barrel and now even if you find the key, you will not be able to open this door. This sentence was quite appalling as at the same moment, my roommate had returned with a duplicate key. Boy, that was some real patience I had to muster to stop myself from punching that guy. Anyways, my roommate, had had a hacksaw blade in his shopping bag. To this day I wonder, probably the hacksaw blade was a way to shut me up, for all the chanters I had gone on about my room-mate’s girl, though I am glad, that the blade was used to cut that lock instead of something or someone else. But one thing was certain, A certain Mr. Tony wouldn’t be bothering us anymore with his dinner table stories of how he had found an interesting guide over the internet as to how to open any lock in under sixty seconds.