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Carol Perkins: In a small town, it's not about money
'Only in a small town can a person call on a business owner, who happened to be covered in cars and trucks to repair and certainly didn't have time to do a job not in his job description, and that person come to your rescue.' - CAROL PERKINS
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By Carol Perkins
For two hours, I had been cooling my heels at home, waiting for my appointment for a massage. Nothing is more relaxing than a massage and I needed to relax. Near the time for me to leave, I dashed out the garage door, leaving it unlocked so I thought. When I got inside the car, the keys were not there.
I went back to the house to get my keys but the door I thought was unlocked was not. Sometimes it locks itself. Immediately, that sinking feeling you get when you know you are doomed came over me. Normally, I would have had a spare key outside, but last Christmas when we changed front door hardware, the key for those doors was not put in the hiding spot. I blame Guy for that. I found two keys but neither fit.
I used the credit card method I had heard young people brag about using to get into any house. All I did was bend my Kroger card in half. I found a screwdriver and tried to ease it in between the door and the frame. All I did was leave evidence I had been there. The knob was not turning. By then my appointment time had arrived and I had to get somewhere to call and let her know why I would not be there. Yes, I had left my cell phone inside the house, too. Guy was gone for two days, so I couldn't wait for him. Luckily my neighbor was at home so I walked across the way to her house. She had just gone through a similar experience and had to get help also. I made the call to reschedule the appointment and then called my faithful go-to person, Matt Gallagher. Matt owns and operates Gallagher's Appearance just down the hill from my house, and one of his specialties I have decided is unlocking senior citizens locked cars, but he normally doesn't do home entries. "I'll be right up, Miss Carol." I can always count on Matt.
He saw a Carol he had never seen. I was covered in grease from the tools I had found and had wiped my hands on my white top. Sweat rolled down my face from trying to break in and I was, by then, exhausted and exasperated. When he arrived I was sitting with my head down on the back steps. He said, "Let's see what I can do."
"Break a window if you have to," I said. By then I was recalling movies where robbers gained entry by breaking a window glass.
"I won't have to go that far." He toyed around with the usual ways of getting in but nothing worked. Finally he said, "Choose which door you want the knob off." I chose the door that I have been trying to get replaced for years. "This is a good way to get a new door," I said. He replied, "All you need is a new doorknob."
Not having the right tool and with all of Guy's tools in the basement on his tool bench, Matt had to make a trip back to his business. In all, he spent at least thirty minutes helping me get into the house.
Only in a small town can a person call on a business owner, who happened to be covered in cars and trucks to repair and certainly didn't have time to do a job not in his job description, and that person come to your rescue.
When I asked what I owed him, he said, "It's not about money." I was having none of that. This was my first time to call him to get my house unlocked, but not the first time I have called him because of locked up keys. On behalf of all the other ladies whose keys have mysterious been locked in our cars or our homes, we thank Matt for being such a nice guy.
This story was posted on 2015-08-19 11:09:55
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