Last weekend I get home around 2am after a night out with friends all excited to just put on my jammies and crawl into bed. I put my key into the door to my apartment and what happens? When I go to pull the key out of the lock the whole lock cylinder comes out of the door!!! It just came out in my hand! Like an idiot I put the lock back into the door thinking it will magically just fix itself. Of course, it doesn't. I look at the sticker on my door knob for a 24-hour locksmith and call the number, but that number asks me to call another number. Now, at 2am and a bit tipsy I had no patience for this and no ability to remember or write down this number. Exhausted and so not in the mood for this shit, I call my friend on my phone, which is blinking red indicating "battery death is immenent." I managed to eek out a short and simple message: "Locked out, phone dying, coming over now!". I stayed the night and got up the next morning, hair a hot mess and stinking from cigarettes, and headed to the locksmith.
Now, this locksmith, Danny, put in my deadbolt when I first moved in so I knew he was a nice guy who did good work and he came right over to work on the door. It took him about 30 minutes just to get into the apartment because the lock had actually fallen apart inside the door and little pieces of it jammed the whole thing up. According to him, mine is not the first crappy old lock that has locked someone out in this building, however I do have the distinction of having the only lock to totally come out of the door. My Super walked by my apartment while this whole ordeal is going on and the only thing he can say is, "When you talk to the management company tell them you didn't call me." Well last time I checked all he did was paint, move garbage and vacuum so yeah, NOT a locksmith. This whole thing cost me $425 and I haven't heard a peep from my management company about it yet. Why am I not surprised?