I have a reputation for being able to fix things, rescue things, or make things work. One would think this is a good thing…but, it’s not always good. If a light saber goes down a drain, mom is expected to rescue it. When shorts get split 2/3 of the way to the waistband, mom fixes it. Broken necklace, mom to the rescue. Electronic toy stops working, mom fixes it. Crackberry gets doused with liquid, mom saves the phone. Eventually, even I believed my own super mom press. Never buy into the hype.
Tonight, Joey brought his combination lock to me and said he couldn’t remember what the combination was. I was sure that I could figure it out with the help of Doctor Google. The first video I found showed a super easy method. Once you pried the back plate, you simply had to twist the dial while watching through a specific hole for the notches to line up. I got the back plate off and ran into a problem. Our lock appeared to be a newer model missing the specific hole I was to look through.
So, I asked Doctor Google again and found another set of instructions. It didn’t rely on any peeping through holes. It just required following a specific set of steps, a little basic math, and persistence. This super mom thought it would be a piece of cake. I was wrong. On another day, maybe…but, today, persistence and following certain steps was a recipe for failure. I threw in the towel and threw the lock in the circular file in very short order.