it had to get better by getting locked out of the house. And my spare key? In the lockbox on the front door (so the realtors who did a crappy job selling my house can get in and parade through people who are either unqualified to buy it or who will jerk us around pretending they're going to buy it). Yeah. Fun times.
And the first locksmith I call? $85. Um, no.
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