Freedom Town: Aesthetic and Recreational Lawn Alternative
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So I got a cool story, breh.
I think I mentioned a while ago about how I was driving home and had a gang of things in the trunk and the lock on the trunk somehow broke between where I was and my house. Then I had to get my mechanic to call a locksmith and he came to my house and drilled out the trunk lock, and kinda got all scurred when he saw what was in there.
So I've been trying to get this fool to come back and put in a new trunk lock, and also replace the driver's side door lock which I somehow broke the same day as the trunk, and the fucker would never show. So I had to take the car in to the mechanic for some random shit the other day, and I figured I'd have the mechanic call the locksmith and then he'd show up because he wouldn't know it was my car--problem solved. So the locksmith is two days late, and when he shows up he takes out the lock on the trunk and the door but doesnt replace them.
Another two days go by. I am fucking furious. I also forgot to mention that I'd had all the locks keyed to the same key when I first bought the caprice, normally on old GM cars there's 1 key for the ignition, 1 for the trunk/glovebox and 1 for the door--I'd had them all keyed identically.
So finally he shows up after my mechanic bitched him the fuck out, but its not him, its some retard apprentice. So my mechanic calls me at noon and says "hey, he's all done, and he made you 8 keys" and I said "well at least he made me a gang of spares" then I hear some mumbling in the background, obviously the locksmith saying something to the mechanic then the mechanic says to me ".....uh, i guess theres eight keys because everything has a diferent key" "what?!?!" I say. More mumbling... "uh, yeah, he says the ignition has a different key, the trunk has a different key, the drivers side door has a different key, and the passenger side door has the old key". I tell him to tell that fuck that he better undo all that shit and there better be a single key for every fucking lock on the car by the time I get there or there will be bloodshed. My mechanic says "yeah, bro, don't worry about it, ill let him know and wont let him leave until its done". So FIVE FUCKING HOURS LATER my mechanic calls me back and says he's almost done. I say im on my way and walk up there, about a 20 min walk. Everything is fixed, all on one key (although its a different key than the one I had for some reason) and my mechanic says, "I paid dude and told him he better leave because you were a big dude and on your way up here to have a talk with him, and I've never seen someone leave this place faster" Then we has a good laugh, smoked a joint together and he proceeded to tell me about all the other retarded things dude had done to some other car he was trying to change the remote ignition on and had basically broken. Needless to say, they will no longer be using that locksmith.
tl;dr I almost had to cary 5 different keys, 1 for every lock on my car: ignition;trunk;glovebox;drivers side door;passenger side door, and I almost killed a locksmith.
I think I mentioned a while ago about how I was driving home and had a gang of things in the trunk and the lock on the trunk somehow broke between where I was and my house. Then I had to get my mechanic to call a locksmith and he came to my house and drilled out the trunk lock, and kinda got all scurred when he saw what was in there.
So I've been trying to get this fool to come back and put in a new trunk lock, and also replace the driver's side door lock which I somehow broke the same day as the trunk, and the fucker would never show. So I had to take the car in to the mechanic for some random shit the other day, and I figured I'd have the mechanic call the locksmith and then he'd show up because he wouldn't know it was my car--problem solved. So the locksmith is two days late, and when he shows up he takes out the lock on the trunk and the door but doesnt replace them.
Another two days go by. I am fucking furious. I also forgot to mention that I'd had all the locks keyed to the same key when I first bought the caprice, normally on old GM cars there's 1 key for the ignition, 1 for the trunk/glovebox and 1 for the door--I'd had them all keyed identically.
So finally he shows up after my mechanic bitched him the fuck out, but its not him, its some retard apprentice. So my mechanic calls me at noon and says "hey, he's all done, and he made you 8 keys" and I said "well at least he made me a gang of spares" then I hear some mumbling in the background, obviously the locksmith saying something to the mechanic then the mechanic says to me ".....uh, i guess theres eight keys because everything has a diferent key" "what?!?!" I say. More mumbling... "uh, yeah, he says the ignition has a different key, the trunk has a different key, the drivers side door has a different key, and the passenger side door has the old key". I tell him to tell that fuck that he better undo all that shit and there better be a single key for every fucking lock on the car by the time I get there or there will be bloodshed. My mechanic says "yeah, bro, don't worry about it, ill let him know and wont let him leave until its done". So FIVE FUCKING HOURS LATER my mechanic calls me back and says he's almost done. I say im on my way and walk up there, about a 20 min walk. Everything is fixed, all on one key (although its a different key than the one I had for some reason) and my mechanic says, "I paid dude and told him he better leave because you were a big dude and on your way up here to have a talk with him, and I've never seen someone leave this place faster" Then we has a good laugh, smoked a joint together and he proceeded to tell me about all the other retarded things dude had done to some other car he was trying to change the remote ignition on and had basically broken. Needless to say, they will no longer be using that locksmith.
tl;dr I almost had to cary 5 different keys, 1 for every lock on my car: ignition;trunk;glovebox;drivers side door;passenger side door, and I almost killed a locksmith.
