postscript: the tale of the door lock

"What's that all about? You're on your birthday vacation, right?"

I am. Apparently, the external door lock to our 2-bedroom condo had chosen to do on holiday as well while we were out. When we returned from our day at Disney Springs, it was to a lock which was glowing with a red light. That meant it was no longer securing our suite at Cypress Pointe Resort from the external world!

"Oh, no! That's terrible!!!"

That's exactly what I told the folks at the front desk when I called to report the problem. Then, at 5:38 PM, about twenty minutes later, I texted them to remind them that we were still in a condo which could not be locked. Angel assured me that the maintenance crew was on the way. Sure enough, they were there within ten minutes.

"Well, that's good! You certainly didn't want that to go on into the night."

Funny you should say that. The man who arrived had suspected the battery for the lock, but that was not the issue. Over came another man, helping to disassemble the entire door lock mechanism. A third man had been called in by the time two hours had elapsed.

"Seriously?!"

Absolutely. I'm glad I'd sent Christina and the girls to the Volcano Pool without me. I stayed and patiently watched the Game Show Network, staying out of the way of the workers. I remembered too well my years in the Navy, doing maintenance on the electronics, and how aggravating it could be to have someone staring at me the whole time.

"Still, two hours had gone by? That meant the time was nearing 8 PM and nightfall."

Oh, I was well aware of that. But I knew asking them stupid questions like "how much longer will it be?" would not be helpful to me or them. It would be done when it was done, and not a minute earlier.

"What patience you had..."

Like I said, I've been in their shoes before. They ended up completely replacing the door lock mechanism. Like, all of it. Nothing that had been mounted on that door was still there, it was all new. They even made sure we had new keys for the new lock!

"Well, that's good."

And the girls all had their daily time in the pool, so all was well! They'd gotten hungry and ordered Papa John's pizza, so they brought that back with them. I'll be able to have pepperoni pizza and cold glass of milk for breakfast - magnificent! All's well that ends well!