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October 26, 2022
Sleep walking in Amsterdam
A significant chunk of our clients is of a special kind. This special kind of people are of different backgrounds, live in different neighbourhoods, of different ages and classes, and they come from all walks of life. Still, they have something in common with each other. Something that bind them all to our locksmith service. Some more than others, but most of them our regulars. For some it’s one time only, and for some, usual activity. Regular clients that used us before and will probably keep using us in the future. We take care of them carefully and with and get them back in their beds. The Amsterdam Sleep Walkers. Here are a couple of their stories.
Birthday suit
I was on my way to the Jordaan. It was 4 in the morning and the road was slippery. It was a frosty Amsterdam night in December. I was in a hurry. We always get to our clients in 30min, but when its that late at night I try to get to them even quicker. You never know why someone is getting locked outside, but on that time of the night, they want to get back in. The sooner the better. The Jordaan is one of the oldest neighbourhoods of Amsterdam. With its old building bending to the water and it’s bridges over the canals, its always a sight that cleans your soul. Even more so at night. I parked in front of an old building on the Herengracht. On the phone, when he made the call, our client asked me to buzz his neighbour at apartment number 3. He was waiting there, he said and he will get me into the building to his locked flat. I approached the big black wooden door and buzzed the golden 3 buzzer. “Coming down.” The guy said. So I waited. And he came. The door opened and my client was standing in the freezing night, naked, with a tiny sunflowers floral towel tied around his waist and nothing else. No shirt, no shoes, no pants and I assume, no underwear. Just a towel. We walked in.
Never again
We were climbing up the stairs to the third level. He was leading the way and I was keeping my head down not to see his not to be seen parts on the stairs above be, under his towel that was flapping in the breeze. He was pointing at his door and I started working. Sometimes in our trade you don’t ask too many questions. Nothing more than the need to know basis. So I acted normal to keep him commutable. The guy was locked out without his phone, and knocked on his neighbour’s door to use their phone to get us there. He told me so while I was working. It was not a complicated lock and I was able to get it unlocked pretty quick. “I’ll get my wallet.” He said and rushed in. As I was waiting outside, I was hearing him getting dressed and calling his girlfriend. “You will not believe this shit!” I heard him start.
“I woke up in the middle of the street! I walked all the way to Anne Frank’s house! Its like 15min walk from here! What do you mean the Anne Frank house is closed now; In my sleep! I was walking in my sleep!! It’s freezing outside, I probably almost died! I had to knock on Jan and Marissa’s door and asked them to call a locksmith! I just now got in. It’s the last time I sleep naked!!”
He handed over the money to me, I thanked him and was gone. In my car, on the way back to the office, I could not help but thinking; why did his neighbours only gave him a towel?? Well, such is life in Amsterdam..
Why did the chicken crossed the road?
This second story was taken place in De Pijp. As I was parking my car at 3:30 at night for a call out, I saw my client waiting outside of his building on the Tolstraat. I was pretty tired at that time at night, so I rubbed my eyes a looked again at my client waving to me in the dark. “Here!” He was shouting from across the street. Am I still dreaming? On the other side of the road was a chicken and she was waving at me. “Here!!” The chicken was screaming in the dark night. I got out of the car. On the other side of the street my client, wearing a chicken onesie suit was waiting. I crossed the street and met Robert. Robert was very chatty. He was very glad and willing to talk and talked he did. Like, non stop. He was night walking in his Pyjamas, the chicken onesie. He woke up at the Sarfatipark when he realised he’s not in bed anymore. He found some girl on the street and borrowed her phone to call us. And here we are. I explained to chatty Robert that I can get him into his apartment, but that I can not unlock the door to the building. The door for the building is not his property and as such, I am not allowed to unlock it by law. We have to buzz one of your neighbour’s I told Robert that in return was shaking his comb and scratching his feathers. “Its too late man. They all asleep.” “A chicken gotta do what a chicken gotta do Robert.” I said. “True” he said and started buzzing. Someone picked up the intercom and hanged up before Robert could say a work. We heard bare feet coming down the stairs. The door opened and a lady in her night dress was at the door. “Do you know what time it is?” She was pissed angry. “Sorry.” Robert was great apologiser. “I locked myself out and we need to get to my door.” The lady was a bout to be angry again, but then she took a look at Robert. “Robert?? Is that you??” Robert looked to his yellow chicken legs. “Yes Marry. It’s me. I was…” he was mumbling as Marry let us into the building. “I don’t want to know Robert.” “But..” Robert was still trying. “Keep your private life to yourself.” She said angrily as she jumped back in her apartment and closed the door. Robert was still happy. “One chicken coming through!” He was cheering as he passed me for his door soon to be unlocked. Nothing weird in De Pijp. Amsterdam life.
Such is Amsterdam my friends ..
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