Tuesday, January 26, 2010
My Favorite: Lock De-Icer
When we bought our car last year Mr. X excitedly grabbed the key-fob (i.e. clicker, keyless entry, etc.) from the manager, claiming it as his own and leaving me with a standard key. It probably was sensible since I have a sneeky feeling that Sarah+clicker=locksmith; I'm much safer practicing VW's idiot-proof locking method.
Well, Mr. X's exultant claim didn't bother me...until this fall, when struggling out the door with work bag, seminary bag, garment bag, purse and Mr. X's work bag, I found the locks frozen and my key completely useless. Some mornings I could grab Mr. X's key off his bookshelf, other mornings I found myself fishing through his pockets as he brushed his teeth, ate his oatmeal or tied his shoes.
After a week of this ridiculousness, I picked up a bottle (er, two) of lock de-icer and have been smiling ever since.