Michelle and I went to faraway Nasugbu, Batangas for our canonical interview and pre-canna seminar. While registering at the parish office, I realized I forgot the keys inside the car. The canonical interview was about to start so there was pretty much nothing we could do.
Right after the interview, we asked around for a locksmith. We eventually ended up asking some cops and one of them called and even went to fetch a locksmith he knows. Unfortunately, the guy was off on some errand and we had no choice but to wait. When he finally arrived, one of the cops accompanied all of us to the church parking lot where the car was.
The locksmith got on with unlocking the door with a tensioner and a pick. It was slow going but it’s comforting to know that for my car locks, it’s not as easy as using a wire as I’ve seen done on a friend’s car. Eventually, he succeeded in turning the lock but he found out he was turning it the wrong direction! So he started again on the other direction, gave up, moved to the other door and eventually succeeded.
Once the door was open, the cop checked my license and registration which was a good thing: he’s doing his job. Once he was satisfied, I thanked him and he left. I paid the locksmith, thanked him, and he too left. It was a just modest amount and at least I didn’t have to go back home just to get my spare key. Whew!
