Broken Key

After work today, I stopped off for some food with Patrick. A pair of salmon skewers at a local Asqew Grill, with some fairly interesting mashed potatoes. Pretty tasty, I far prefer their dine-in food than the often dodgy catered output.

Well, that is, until a few hours ago.

As I departed the SF Centre, donning my helmet and preparing for the ride home, my stomach started to feel a tad unsettled. No matter. By the time I had successfully traversed the Bay Bridge, I wasn't feeling too excellent. By the time I got to my parking spot and dismounted, I really wasn't feeling too excellent.

In my haste to feel excellent again, my unlocking movements were less than graceful. Instead of a smooth insert, twist, open, remove motion, I forgot the remove part. My legs moved before my hand could finish the gesture, or do anything for that matter. It remained in the unlock position.

The remove motion occurred mere milliseconds after, milliseconds too late. Oh fuck. An utterly bewildered attempt to just get the key out, at this point, resulted in the snapping of soft, fatigued metal.

Oh fuck, indeed.

After resolving my, other, issue. I completed removing my armour, stepped out, and alerted my landlady to what had gone down. And at that moment I had never done as great an accidental impression of Hugh Grant as I did trying to quickly explain the key.

I, uh, not sure, was in a hurry, key, er, sorry. So very sorry.

A nearby neighbour also inquired about the situation, without any apparent irritation, nice guy. Landlady was very nice about it, gave me a replacement, and gave no berating. Other first floor neighbours may not be so happy about the now broken lock. Oops.

Syndicated 2008-05-22 06:01:36 from RedProcess