I’m currently living at the Goshorns’ house. Friend Z has a key to the Goshorn’s house. The internet at Friend Z’s house is not working. Yesterday while I was out Friend Z asked if she could swing by my house to use the internet. I said “sure, but take a key ’cause I’m not there.”
When I got home I unlocked the padlock on the front gate. I unlocked the padlock on the front door. I was then surprised to find that I could not turn the doorknob. The door itself had also been locked. I don’t carry a key to the door, just a key for the padlocks.
I called Friend Z. Friend Z came with the keys in her possession. None of them opened any of the doors on the ground floor. We searched the Goshorns’ truck, setting off the alarm. No Key. Alarm sounding at 22:30. There remained a door on the balcony we had not yet tried.
We asked a few neighbors. Woke one up. Got their ladder. The ladder was a bamboo contraption, long enough to reach past the balcony to the roof. The length of the ladder made it tricky to maneuver. As we got it into place, we heard it cracking. The bamboo had been sitting outside on the ground for a year. It was not worthy of my 170 pounds (77 kg). We skipped the balcony.
I spent the night at Friend Z’s house. In the morning we called the Goshorns’ house help. She said she had a key. After meeting to pick up the key, we discovered that she didn’t have a key to the door either, just a key to the padlock on the door.
Friend Z began a search for a locksmith. It was still too early for any of them to be ready for work. Back at the Goshorn house, I was staring at the door. The idea of pulling the pins on the hinges occurred to me. Jon came over with some tools and we pulled the hinge pins. The door still didn’t open. The door was better built than it had first appeared. As we were finishing the replacement of the pins, Friend Z arrived with a locksmith.
The locksmith spent about 15.3 seconds opening the door. I made it to school 8 minutes before my first class. No problem.
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