As soon as it arrived, I took my toolbox, which weighs about 20 kilos, and with a craftsman's attitude, I headed to the front door. The old lock, which must be over 55 years old, looked at me indifferently since for the past couple of weeks it neither locks nor secures. I spread out my tools more to show my position of strength, since a screw always makes my life go from difficult to more difficult. Of course, today would be no exception to the rule, right Murphy?
Four screws in total were holding the old lock in place. Two came out quickly, but first I had to clean off the 17 layers of paint on top, and then the third screw was the rebel, the one that would test my patience, the one that would make me shout in favor of the prostitutes, but this time my arsenal was ready and the 20 kilos of tools I carried like a donkey gave me the assurance of superiority.
Phillips screwdriver? Nope. Flathead? Nope. Combination with a 1.2 kg hammer? Still nope. Hmmm, now I have to resort to advanced technology and use the heavy artillery. Cobalt drill bit, present yourself!
In 5 seconds, the battle was won and as the victor, the feeling was amazing, but there was still the fourth screw. Could this be the difficult one? My question disappeared in 3 seconds since I didn't risk it and immediately used the drill. The old lock couldn't take it, it leaned and collapsed to the ground, my victory was clear.
The new one went in quickly, locks, secures, and is worth it