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I'm David the Locksmith, but I used to be David the Washington DC Data Manager. One evening when I got home from my boring office job, I found that my landlord had visited my apartment while I was out, and had locked a doorknob for which I didn't have a key. I had to call a locksmith. I was relieved when the dispatcher told me she'd send a locksmith right out and quoted me a very reasonable price. A young man with spiky hair arrived in a Honda Civic thirty minutes later, opened the door in thirty seconds, and charged me 5x what I'd expected. That was my first experience with a locksmith, and I felt robbed. It seemed to me that this guy had chosen a great trade for himself and was practicing it in the worst possible way.

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When I decided that I'd had it with my life sitting in an office, I moved to Mexico. I was determined to finally learn Spanish. Knowing that I needed to be engaged in some kind of activity while I was there, I walked into a locksmith shop and told them I was looking to learn the trade. That was the best decision I ever made. It was there that I came to love the craft of locksmithing, and where I learned to be resourceful in its application. The people in that shop assigned very little value to their own time, so they would spend hours fixing things that wouldn't warrant a moment's attention in our economy. They would also spend an entire day trying to pick open the most stubborn locks, even if there was a drill handy, ready and able.

I have a more American philosophy about how quickly I should resolve a customer's problem. But because of the way I was introduced to the trade, I always have a preference for accomplishing the task in a non-destructive and cost-effective manner. Ultimately, any time I can show up to your door and completely fix a problem, I feel great about it. It's so much more satisfying than the administrative role I filled at the Washington, DC nonprofit. Even on my worst days as a locksmith, when I spend hours in the rain trying to pop rusted-out locks on termite-infested doors, behind which a dozen dogs are barking at me nonstop, I'm marveling at my great fortune. I love what I do, and nothing makes me happier than doing it well.