I guess I must have pissed off the key gods. Yes- key gods. I didn't know they existed either- but they do. Greg and I are training for a marathon. We ran 12 miles in Cordoba on Saturday. As a result, our legs were a bit tired. However, we were on a mission to walk around and see the city. So we did. On the way back to our hotel, we stopped inside a shop. The shops in Argentina usually keep their doors locked- so you ring a bell and they let you in. They also have to let you out. Well- we went in, and tried to get out..... but the keys would not work. So Greg and I watched as not one, but three people tried to unlock the door. It was useless. No one could get it open. And then, one store clerk decides to bank the key into the lock. It breaks. My legs are too tired at this point- and Greg and I both are sitting on the floor while we watch this. Couldn't someone just call a key guy?
So after an hour of fun- a man comes and removes the door from the shop. We are able to exit. But the fun continues.....
We get on our bus the next night at 10 pm. We ride all night and arrive at 7am. Excited that it is rather early and we have the whole day to be productive- we cab it home from the bus station ready to seize the day. We arrive and go to unlock our door- but the key will not work. .....This might need some explaining too....
About a week ago, Greg left his keys to the apartment in a cab. So we got a spare set made. The spare set is what we took with us. Somehow- it managed to change the lock.
So we get the master keys from our landlord- after waiting for her to call us back for an hour. They also do not work. The time is now 8:30- the key man does not open until 9 (give or take an hour depending on how he feels that morning). So we go have breakfast (coffee and toast- the normal here). At 9:30- we go see the key man. He is just opening. Great! We tell him in perfect spanglish what is going on. He replies in perfect Spanish that it is not possible for a key to change the lock- not his problem. So we call our landlord to help. She calls the key man- who comes with us to our apartment. He tries the keys (because we don't know how to unlock a door?) He then tells us it is the lock and not his problem. He leaves. We are oh so happy he came to help. (did I mention that he brought a large tool box with him- which was not opened at any point in time).
We call our landlord again. She calls a lock man (yes- there is a key man and a lock man. Just like there is a place you go to get chicken and another you go to in order to purchase beef). He is "leaving right now and will be right there". Did I mention that we had been on a bus all night and really wanted a shower and to brush our teeth? So- 10 min. turns into 3 hours. We had to sit and wait there- because if you are not there they will leave. By this time it is almost 1 pm. He gets us into our apartment by removing the lock. He takes all keys- telling us he will be back in 30 min. ..... Three hours later...... What did we do to the key gods?
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There is this thing about keys. When copies are cut, they are just slightly different than the original, so tend to work hard at first. Also they really need to be buffed with sandpaper or a file to get them to work smoothly. Most important they need to be oiled to work smoothly in the mechanism and not knock the tumblers slightly out of alignment. The bottom line, if you had been paying attention on the Jesus bus, you would have known that it is millenial old Christian tradition to annoint important people and things with oil. It sanctifies them. So yes, you probably annoyed the key gods with you faithlessness. And who says that God is still not at work in the world? Dad
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