Zieh Fix: Video Review for The Ultimate Tool to Break a Lock
November 25, 2022
Tropical island
If you like Pina Colada
Saturday early morning, 4:35 AM. I am deep asleep in my soft, warm and comfy bed. After a rough day on the road, and even a rougher week of work, I was done. Its been a busy day for me as a mobile locksmith in Amsterdam and I was happy to have it all behind me. I was dreaming on life of retirement, with no work or duties to worry about, ever. In my dream, I was sipping Pina Colada on a tropical beach somewhere on the Caribbean Ocean, looking at the pink rays of light hitting the clear water. The white send under my feet was warm and comforting. The palm trees shaded around me. Then I heard a ring. “Ignore that” I told myself, looking to the horizon with a big smile across my face. The blue ocean was kissing the clear sky and I was happy. As I was sinking deeper at my dreamy beach chair, the ringtone kept on coming. My smile was gone and I became less happy instantly. “Weird, who bring a work phone to the beach?” I thought to myself, having another sip of my drink. “Sounds like a locksmith getting a call out” I kept thinking, wishing on that locksmith some chain of unpleasant events. The sun was setting down on the tropical island as I opened my eyes at once to another sharp ring, sucking the corner of my pillow. I was looking straight at my work phone, and it looked straight back at me, ringing like its no one’s business. “Are you up?” I heard a voice as I picked it up with my 24/7 sharp locksmith instincts. “Who?” I heard myself asking. “You! Whadoyou mean who?! Are you up?” I recognised the voice of David, my worker. “Now I am!” I said sitting up, throwing my pillow to the cold bedroom floor. Im back in business.
Back to life
Heavy Amsterdam rain was banging on my car’s window just a couple of minutes later. I was fully dressed with my work outfit, on my way to a job on the Prinsengracht street of Amsterdam Centrum. As David explained, he was stuck on a job in Amsterdam Oud West and could not service that new call out. He needed help and I was the obvious pick. This is the nature of our locksmith work and I was happy to do it. I was less happy to be awaken and taken out of my dreamy tropical island to the cold wet streets of Amsterdam. My car was hugging the corners, bouncing off the slippery bricks, almost driving itself. I was still half asleep when it parked in front of a large wooden door painted in old green. The building was a classic Amsterdam canal house facing the water. The rain was banging hard. Some harsh and very common Dutch weather. Nice. The client was soaked and wet, waving me from the street’s corner. I took a deep breath and got out of the car. Instantly, I was fully awake when a wave of rain water hit me. Got my tool box and switched into work mode. Here I come.
Working in the rain
The client introduced himself as Jan. I said a quick hi back and got straight to work. The main door of the building was the one to unlock as he could not contact any of the neighbours at this tie and lost his keys. That meant that I will have to work in the rain, no cover above me. And so I did. On my knees in a puddle working on this gold plated ancient lock. It took some time and the rain had no mercy for the locksmith. Hitting me with full force as I was trying to concentrate to unlock that stubborn lock. That old lock saw a thing or two in its lifetime and was fighting my efforts with force. Two more clicks and it opened. “Old lock or not, a true locksmith is on the job!” I was saying to myself while I was getting my tools and running with Jan to the cover of the stair room. I was soaked to my underwear and we climbed up to Jan’s door. It was wide open. Apparently Jan did not loose his keys, he was just too drunk when leaving his apartment and he left without his keys, leaving his door wide open. I was happy that I do not have to unlock another door. Got paid and quickly left Jan for his business.
Was it only a dream?
As I was coming down the stairs I saw some flash lights lighting under the main door of the building. The one I just unlocked. I opened the door and four police officers were standing outside. Apparently one of the neighbours heard my work and called the cops on me and Jan. I can understand, two men breaking into a house on one of the most expensive streets of Amsterdam, you would call the cops as well. I presented the police officers with my I.D and my locksmith licence, and was allowed to be back on my way home. The rain stoped and I was walking wet and tired back to my car. Quickly making my way back home, missing my comfy bad and tropical island. My eyes were half shut when parking back at my home. Will that ocean be there when I close my eyes?
Such is locksmiths life in Amsterdam
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