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A couple of weeks back, I - an aspiring grumpy old man - wrote a stern letter to a local burger joint, complaining about the “declining quality of their burgers”. Soon after, I received an apologetic phone call from the owner, assuring me that the cause of said decline was known and fixed, and offering me some free burgers.

Last night, we decided to take advantage of the kind offer, and trooped out the front door, heading for the car. “I’m not taking my bag!” quoth Marcia, and as I pulled the front door shut, I asked, “Has anyone got keys?”

Of course not.

Any sensible person, at this point, calls a locksmith. So we spent half an hour or so casing the joint, forcing various found objects through gaps between doors, lifting each other up onto walls to see about getting in through that skylight, contemplating smashing windows and breaking locks, getting plastic cards out of our wallets to see if that thing from TV actually works, knocking on the neighbours’ doors to see if we could climb over from one balcony to the next. Eventually, we called a locksmith.

So in the final analysis, we have

$50.00 CR, free burgers and chips for 4 people.
$121.00 DR, locksmith.

The burgers were great, though. Mad props to Alex and Joe from Urban Burger North Melbourne for getting their act back together.