Until about November or December when it stopped working altogether once again. The store was open because we have two door and we simply posted a sign, blah, blah, blah but the second time it broke, a new locksmith came to fix it. We’ve cleverly nicknamed him Ponycane because he looks like Michael Bolton with a long blond ponytail instead of his infamous mullet, a cane, and about 30 pounds.
A bit of a lurker but he got the job done on time so who cares right?
Except the door kept breaking on almost a monthly basis from that point on, of course our locksmith friend is always the one who responds to our calls, no matter the time or day. Strange coincidence. It doesn’t really help that we catch him staring at us longingly from behind the smudged pane of glass or that he’s always trying to catch our eye.
He was supposed to actually replace the lock this time, so that we don’t have to see him again, but he just opted to clean the lock out, drill holes in the ground (rather mysteriously) and carouse with his locksmith buddy who came over to lend a hand – and for what, so the door can break again in a months time, or so that Ponycane is ensured of at least one more encounter with the lovely ladies from our store…