Getting locked out of your house is never a nice feeling. Being locked out of your own house brings enormous shame, nervousness, and anger (a personal experience). I got locked out of my house in Sacramento when I was running after a feline demigod (my Cat). It was a relatively colder morning and the cat was more than okay with 35F temperature outside while I almost froze to death. In my defense for doing something as stupid as locking myself out of my own house, I was new and was still trying to figure out how the main door worked.
As the cold started to work its way up my spine, my desperation to get back inside increased. I dialed the emergency helpline to get numbers of nearby locksmiths in Sacramento and I ended up with two numbers that started with 0800. I dialed one number and it was picked up by a guy with a really high-pitched voice (almost demonic as if my call was connected in hell). He noted down my address and details of the situation and told me a locksmith was on the way and will reach shortly. The fee was $95, which I thought, was a bit much but was willing to pay considering the situation.
It was 9:30 in the morning when I called this locksmith service in Sacramento and even till 10:45 am there was no sign of any locksmith. I called again and was told the guy was just around the corner and will reach within 10 minutes. I’m not sure if that person was moving forward or going backward or just spiraling in circles because he didn’t reach me for another forty minutes. At this point, my borderline Hypothermia started to kick in and my ability to think straight was almost diminished. The locksmith finally showed up when I had accepted my fate and was ready to embrace a frozen death.
The guy looked sketchy and at first, he didn’t even understand how the lock worked. He went to the corner and after talking to someone over call for 15 minutes he came back to give it another go. While he was massacring my beautiful pivot timber door, I was thinking that breaking the porch window with a brick would have been so much more economical. After working for 25 minutes and significantly damaging my front door, he was able to open the lock. He went over the phone with someone again and handed me over a handwritten bill of $325. I went into a shock and just stared at the guy for a good minute. He probably assumed I had a stroke and started breaking it down for me. $95 just the consultation fee and rest was the labor charge.
I told him I didn’t have that much cash at the home to which he generously offered me to give a ride to nearby atm. At this point, my shock was changing into fury and I could kill that guy with my bare hands (and would’ve enjoyed it enormously). I took the key from the guy, locked the house, got into my car, went to atm, got the money, came back and gave it to the locksmith that probably was a demon descended right from hell. Meanwhile, my jerk of a cat was nowhere to be found during all the chaos. First thing, after getting back inside the house, I did was look for contact details of a reliable locksmith in Sacramento (Kings Locksmith) and save it on my phone. It was a lesson for me that if you don’t want to be strip off of your money by shady, scammer locksmiths, keep contact details of a registered, licensed and reliable service with you at all times.