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Li'l innocent old lady pops in to get some keys made. One for her, one for her daughter. Her daughter's key is a white KW1 with tiny stars on it. Awesome key. Never seen a colorful design like that before. I make her the two keys, asking if she'd like a special design on her daughter's copy to differentiate it, since both copies were KW1s from the brand of blank the store I work in offers, (So they'd look fairly similar. To be fair, even the grooves had a fairly similar pattern when all is said and done,) but she insisted that that wouldn't be necessary. So I bid her farewell and she made the startlingly long trek home.
Around mid-afternoon, she returns, and informs me that the keys don't work. Okay, stuff happens, (Though statistically, and I know I'm totally jinxing myself in saying so, but my keys freakin' rock.) so I take a look at them, but the way she hands them to me immediately has me suspicious. She pairs up her key with her daughter's copy, and her daughter's key with her own copy. I switch them around and look at them, but she swats away my hand and places them back in the reverse and improper order she had them in.
Me: "No, erm, that's not the right key. See, the grooves don't match up at all. That's how you know it's not the right key to use."
Her: "Yes, see?! No wonder they don't work! The groovies don't match." (She said groovies! ^.^ Something inside of me giggled and I couldn't help but smile at her adorableness.)
Me: "Er, that's not quite what I meant. I mean to say, that in order to tell what copy goes to what key, you hold them up like this together." *I proceed to show her how to properly look at keys.* See how the grooves on both of these two are different, but the grooves on THESE two *Picks up the other one to compare* are much more similar? That's how you know that these two keys go together. This is your daughter's copy."
Her: "But when I put that key into my lock it didn't work!"
Me: "That's because it was your daughter's copy."
Her: "But you made me that key."
Me: *Sensing doom* "Why yes, I did make you that key. o___o' It just wasn't used in the right door... ^^,' "
Her: "Can you make me the right key?"
Me: "I did that this morning, actually. L_L'' Erm.. *Reconfigures the keys and tapes them together very loosely* Okay, I've now grouped the keys together. When you go home, try your regular key in your lock, and try this key that I've taped to it. That's the copy of your housekey. I did the same thing with your daughter's key. The copy of her key is attached to her original key. Be careful not to mix them up now, y'hear?
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Her: "So why didn't they work when I tried them?"
Me: "Because you put your daughter's copy of her key into your own door's lock. It wasn't meant for it."
Her: "So you can't make me a copy of my key?"
Me: "I already did. It is currently attached to your house key."
Her: *Looking at it; appears surprised* "Where did that come from?!"
Me: I made you that key earlier today.
Her: "How?"
Me: "You came in earlier and asked me for a copy of your daughter's housekey and your own key."
Her: "Oh."
Me: "Yep."
Her: "... what now?"
Me: "Well, you can go home if you'd like, and try out the copy of your own key, now that you know which copy is which. Go on, give it a shot! ^^, "
Her: "I guess I'm off then. Do I need anything else then while I'm here?"
Me: "Towels." (I actually said that out of instinct, because we had a few on sale that day, and I'd been leading people to them all morning.)
Her: "Oh, right."
So she bought some towels. o.o' Cool. I wouldn't call her sucky, really, but it would have been nice if she had at least looked at the keys before coming back. I'm not sure where she went after she left the first time, because it took about six hours for her to come back.
Around mid-afternoon, she returns, and informs me that the keys don't work. Okay, stuff happens, (Though statistically, and I know I'm totally jinxing myself in saying so, but my keys freakin' rock.) so I take a look at them, but the way she hands them to me immediately has me suspicious. She pairs up her key with her daughter's copy, and her daughter's key with her own copy. I switch them around and look at them, but she swats away my hand and places them back in the reverse and improper order she had them in.
Me: "No, erm, that's not the right key. See, the grooves don't match up at all. That's how you know it's not the right key to use."
Her: "Yes, see?! No wonder they don't work! The groovies don't match." (She said groovies! ^.^ Something inside of me giggled and I couldn't help but smile at her adorableness.)
Me: "Er, that's not quite what I meant. I mean to say, that in order to tell what copy goes to what key, you hold them up like this together." *I proceed to show her how to properly look at keys.* See how the grooves on both of these two are different, but the grooves on THESE two *Picks up the other one to compare* are much more similar? That's how you know that these two keys go together. This is your daughter's copy."
Her: "But when I put that key into my lock it didn't work!"
Me: "That's because it was your daughter's copy."
Her: "But you made me that key."
Me: *Sensing doom* "Why yes, I did make you that key. o___o' It just wasn't used in the right door... ^^,' "
Her: "Can you make me the right key?"
Me: "I did that this morning, actually. L_L'' Erm.. *Reconfigures the keys and tapes them together very loosely* Okay, I've now grouped the keys together. When you go home, try your regular key in your lock, and try this key that I've taped to it. That's the copy of your housekey. I did the same thing with your daughter's key. The copy of her key is attached to her original key. Be careful not to mix them up now, y'hear?
"Her: "So why didn't they work when I tried them?"
Me: "Because you put your daughter's copy of her key into your own door's lock. It wasn't meant for it."
Her: "So you can't make me a copy of my key?"
Me: "I already did. It is currently attached to your house key."
Her: *Looking at it; appears surprised* "Where did that come from?!"
Me: I made you that key earlier today.
Her: "How?"
Me: "You came in earlier and asked me for a copy of your daughter's housekey and your own key."
Her: "Oh."
Me: "Yep."
Her: "... what now?"
Me: "Well, you can go home if you'd like, and try out the copy of your own key, now that you know which copy is which.
Go on, give it a shot! ^^, "Her: "I guess I'm off then. Do I need anything else then while I'm here?"
Me: "Towels." (I actually said that out of instinct, because we had a few on sale that day, and I'd been leading people to them all morning.)
Her: "Oh, right."
So she bought some towels. o.o' Cool. I wouldn't call her sucky, really, but it would have been nice if she had at least looked at the keys before coming back. I'm not sure where she went after she left the first time, because it took about six hours for her to come back.
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