I put the key into the lock, where it promptly got stuck. Really stuck. This key wasn't disengaging, not on my watch. So I started unscrewing the mechanism from the inside, at which point I became intimately familiar with how much I do not know about locks. I soon found myself on the dusty porch, chasing tiny little metal cylinders (are those the tumblers?), trying to place them back into the lock (now freed of the key). I learned that you can't just put any length cylinder wherever it fits. I made my best guess and now the lock sort of works.
Something similar happened to me last year, when the house lock got stuck, fortunately in the "open" position with the door open (as opposed to not being able to open the door at all). There weren't any little cylinders falling all over the place that time, though, just a door that I couldn't close.
I'm sure there's a tarot card or astrological sign or rune or something that's trying to tell me to stay in or out of this or that place, or maybe it's trying to tell me that I need to take a locksmithing course.
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