Zieh Fix: Video Review for The Ultimate Tool to Break a Lock
October 20, 2022
At work as a locksmith you get exposed to plenty of couples from all walks of life. Young and old, married and dating, gay or straight; they all get locked out at some point. It happens. The interaction between men and women always fascinated me. Sometimes, more often than not, it makes me laugh. Most of the time I am a passive stand by. See it all and listen, but not engaging. Just a professional doing his job. But sometimes, they will suck me into it. They will share, talk, ask and get me into it. Always in good spirit. This is a story about a funny man, a woman and a baby. Going through this stage in life step by step, making it happen. This is how it goes..
Night time
It was a warm night in Amsterdam. Very relaxed. A weekday, quiet with not so many people walking the narrow streets. The moon was gently reflecting on the water. The few people strolling around were gently talking in clouds of smoke. The yellow street lights were blending with the warm air of this old city. If the stones could only talk, what stories will they have? One can only wonder. As I was thinking to myself sitting on the water in my car, the phone rang. I was jumped back into reality. Sharp and alerted. From the second a job is booked I have 30 minutes max to face a door and a lock, doing their best to keep me out. “Hello locksmiths”. On the line was a nice man. Very polite and quiet. “Are you guys available? We locked ourself out in De Pijp. How much is it?”. Locked themselves. “No problem. It’s 150.” Thats the rate. “ok, please come quick”. Im gone. “On my way!”.
Him and her and him
I started my car and rushed the streets. When I say rushed, I mean very slowly trailing bicycles and all kind of wonderers on the narrow Amsterdam streets. Never easy to drive here. Tourists tend to forget the city is not a museum and that people actually live here. They walk slowly in the middle of the road, take pictures from bridges and jump in-front of you on their way to the water. In Amsterdam, we accept that all with love. At least most of us.. The city attract many couples that travel here to enjoy a romantic getaway. They kiss on corners and hold hands on the canals. I can not stop but wonder, do they leave their problems behind or they all just plain happy? Him and her is always funny in a way. Men and women. Two different species tied in a note. The world is turning by love and love move us all. In this sticky state of mind I arrived to a very nice house in Amsterdam West. A red brick town home on the outskirts of the city centre. A man, a woman and a baby were waiting on the outside. Here we go.
The perfect pair?
They were very nicely dressed, the couple. Dutch and young looking very sharp. The man was wearing a deep blue suit that was cut to his size. The woman in a summer long grey dress. Her blonde hair was tied in a note. And she was holding a baby. like, few months old baby. Like a brand new one. Fresh out of the oven. And that baby was asleep. We greeted each other quietly and silently they walked me to the front door. I was as much careful as I could with my toolbox. Every step was calculated and the tools made very little noise. When working on a locked door you will need to have every gram of concentration. You have to be focused and your hands steady. You will need to have silence to hear the pins click into place. You will need precision. A crying baby in the back doesn’t help at all. So I was as silent as I could. The young parents seemed to know the drill and had no interest at all in an awake crying baby. So they kept it calm. When at the door, a locksmith has to ask the client some questions. Like; is the key stuck on the inside, is there a balcony, is there a window to work on and so on. The young couple mentioned a back door in their garden that might be less secure than the front door. So we walked around the back crossing the garden of many flowers.
Who’s fault is it?
We were looking at the back door in this lovely garden. The door was shiny black with a brass lock on it. Should not be a problem to unlock, I was thinking. I looked over my shoulder and the man and his partner were very close to me. Curios. It was pretty dark, but you could still smell the flowers and see some colours in the moonlight. “I need some help”. I whispered to the man. “Could you please hold a light for me on that lock?” I could hardly see the pins in the dark of the night. “Sure”. He said and turned his Iphone’s flash light on. The baby was still asleep and we were careful. I was bending over the lock and the man was very close to me, shinning his light at the cylinder. I was concentrating and working on picking the lock. “Im Fred”. I heard him in my ear. “Cool Fred, Im Zac.” We were very quiet trying not to make any noise speaking as the lock picking was loud enough. “You know” he said. “It was her fault”. He was whispering so softly that I was doubting if I heard it or was it a voice in my head. I looked over my shoulder and the woman was standing just a couple of steps behind us. “What are you talking about Fred?” I asked knowing very to stay on the down low. “The key. She lost it. It was her fault”. Fred was speaking so silently to my ear, not even moving his lips. “Why is that important Fred?” I was asking. “If it was my fault I would hear about it for days.” Fred choose his words carefully. “But when it’s her fault I better keep it to myself.” I noticed his partner’s shadow growing bigger around me and I decided; keep it to myself. Click, and the lock opened..
Another night in Amsterdam
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