Have you ever been so drunk that your night ended with your pants missing and subsequently everything in them. I should probably have learned my lessons from the last frat party but old habits die hard so I called my trusty locksmith. I have had lock problems before. This isn’t the first time I have misplaced my keys. At this point they knew me. I felt like a favored customer. The more I seem to the do this the smoother the process gets.
Even though I had a spare, I felt unsafe that my keys were floating around out there in the public. The locksmith changed my locks and switched out my keys no problems. They even sent the same locksmith as last time. What were the odds? We were all chummy. After that life was back to normal. It was a smooth transition from a rough night.