For the first time in my entire life I’m locked out of my room. Which is in no way any fault of mine. The knob was already a bit loose when I moved in but I never put much thought into it, until this morning when I brought the trash out and was about to leave for work when…I couldn’t open my door. So I huffed and puffed…okay I took a screwdriver and tried to break the damn thing, shouted a string of bad words at it….and called a locksmith. The first one I called said I’m stupid and I’m never gonna call that fucker ever again. Now I’m waiting for another guy to show up and fix this shit.
Thanks to everyone who helped.
Oh and a friend said locksmiths earn a lot of money. I should make that my part time job, maybe!