It was a newly-installed lock and I was having a tough time figuring out how to memorize the pass – the installer told me it would take him three weeks to change the password due to system failure of their company. Was that even possible?
“Why the hell did I opt for this, in the first place?” I muttered to myself as I entered the password “e3Df782zKSjS23Q” to the pad. “I hope this works; I don’t have the extra key…”
“Need help?” My old lady neighbor asked.
“I’m good!” I armed with an irritated voice.
I heard a door slam. “Get a good night sleep, old lady.”
A short beep rang, but the LED light was red. “Son of a…” The screen exposed “Error Code: 0 Attempts.”
“Damn it!” I punched the keypad – a release of my pent-up frustrations from work and all the worst possible events this day.
Pain ignited in my bones as I realized the pad was steel-furnished. I yelled from the throbbing and forgot that I was holding the piece of paper with the password written – it flew out to the window near my door.
I retrieved my phone to call the lock’s company – nearly losing my mind – but I accidentally used the injured hand and my phone plopped and crashed against the ceramic tiles of the building.
“Can someone give me a break!?”
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