Friday morning I came home from a few errands to find myself stranded outside the house.
The back door lock broke as I turned the key. I heard a terrible clicking sound. The key would not budge past the quarter past the hour position. It needs to be at 20 past the hour to open.
Either the pins wore out or the spring gave up. I was not surprised. For the the past few weeks the lock had to be started at the five minutes to the hour position to turn properly.
It was still an annoyance.
Off to the front door where the key turned as it should, but I was physically unable to turn the deadbolt. It's a characteristic of the deadbolts on our house in cold weather.
The neighbour who dug me out of the alley recently opened the front for me. It took considerable effort on his part to turn the deadbolt.
I am grateful for his help.
My husband changed the lock yesterday. I am grateful he knows how to do this.
When we bought the new door lock assembly it had to be re-pinned to our keys. I got to watch as the woman at the store did this and it was fascinating.
I am grateful for this, and for her patience in doing the work for us.
I've seen the interior of pin and tumbler locks before, but not thoroughly gutted. She took everything apart, popped out the pins, and put in new ones.
I learned the numbers on the key are the code for the pins in the lock.
I can see in my mind how the lock works.
I've wondered. I've looked it up online, but seeing it in person is better and I am grateful.
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