The Hammer

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This is not a story about me; it is a story about my new colleague E. In fact, I wasn't even there. However, it's such a good story I had to pass it along.

Unlike mine, E's apartment was ready upon her arrival here in Barranquilla last week. Consequently, she had some time to get settled in and organized before our training started this week. However, that didn't stop her from locking herself out of her apartment within the first few days.

But it's an apartment building, with guys at the desk 24/7. So, no problem, right? Just show the guys some ID and they'll let you back in.

Wrong.

Apparently, E's apartment building doesn't have spare keys. So, several minutes after informing the front desk, one of the guys showed up with a bunch of tools, and spent about half an hour attempting to break in. Yes, that was the only way to get back into the apartment. Doesn't exactly scream safety when anyone with a few tools and some free time can just waltz into your apartment!

Anyway, eventually he succeeded, by creating a bunch of holes in the door frame near the lock, and then using the old credit card trick. Not bad, front desk guy.

Oh yeah, did I mention the "hammer" was an unloaded gun? After the successful B&E, the hammer was promptly re-loaded.