Wednesday, February 10, 2010

your wood and metal are no match for me

Today when I went to work I left through my back door.  The lock on that door doesn't really like my key, so I came in through the front.  Well, I tried to. . . but it was chained.


After spending what felt like an hour fighting with my key and the back door I gave up.  I figured my options were a locksmith or finding a place that sold decent bolt cutters at 10pm.  Neither sounded appealing.

I went with my third option:

I am part macgyver and part incredible hulk.  Do not get in my way.

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