Nothing Worse Than A Lock With No Key

Well, today is another day off work. One of the decent things my company does is to allow us a holiday on the Friday after Thanksgiving. It saves me from calling in disinterested. I had to go to the Salvation Army today to drop off some exercise equipment for the men's rehab program. It has been gathering dust in our spare bedroom since our "get fit" program was declared DOA. Better there than here. In case you don't know it, the Salvation army has a terrific live-in rehab program for people trying to get off drugs and alcohol. It is worthy of our support. Their facility, here in our fair city, is located on the south side of town. It took me a while to find it. I took a longcut (like a shortcut, but much longer) to get there, first driving too far south and then too far west. Once I got my bearing and headed in the right direction I found it easily. While I was stopped at a traffic light a Native American cowboy (isn't that an oxymoron?), who was standing on a corner, started yelling at me that he could use the weight machine to get ready for the rodeo. Then he mimicked a body builder, much to his own delight. It was quite a show. I got home in time to discover that I needed to go buy a bolt cutter. Talk about a tool you never expect to own. The key to the side yard gate got lost when we redid the kitchen and the lovely Mrs. Sneed was locked out. So I got a bolt cutter at Ace Hardware and cut the lock off. The problem with a bolt cutter is that it is made to be used by a younger, stronger guy than me. It is a brute force tool. After much grunting, pushing and prying, the lock finally snapped. I also bought two combination locks for the two gates to the backyard. Unless we all develop amnesia, we shouldn't have a repeat of the lockout. If you need a lightly-used bolt cutter cheap, leave me a comment. I finished breaking the lock just in time to get to lunch with my friend. For reasons that I can't begin to understand, he brought his wife along. I thought this was covered in, The Rules for Old Guys Having Lunch in a Bar, 7th edition. I'll have to research this and get an appropriate note of reminder to him. How are we supposed to put our good moves on the young women who happen in with her hanging around? Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor