Jo
Escalators. You know how the steps move? That’s a lock. But manual. Like the deadbolt on my front door. What’s your take?
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Start by asking what they know about locks. Push off from this if it helps: escalators.
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Lena
My deadbolt sticks. Always does. Stupid thing. If I’m locking my apartment, I’m not thinking about stairs moving underneath me. That’s a design flaw, not a feature. I tried to fix it last night, stripped the screw. Go on then. What’s next?
Jo
Stupid. I brought hex keys. And a hammer. We’ll kick the door in if we have to. I’ve got the ladder too.
Lena
You’re bringing a ladder to a door? That makes zero sense. And hex keys won’t help if the hinges are rusted shut. I’m not climbing a ladder to break into my own apartment. This is already a disaster. Just go home.
Jo
The keys are for the hinge pins. Ladder for the handle. If we lift it, the mechanism disengages. You’re overthinking this. Just hold the light.
Lena
My hands are shaking. You’re holding the hammer. If you slip, you break my nose. I’m not holding the light. I’m sitting on the couch. Go ahead. Kick the door. See if it opens. I’ll watch.
Jo
Fine. Watch closely. One kick should pop the strike plate. If not, we try the shim. Sit back. I’m counting to three.
Lena
You’re actually counting. Loudly. One. Two. I’m not sitting back. I’m right here. If you chip the paint, I’m billing you for the touch-up. And don’t blame me if the landlord comes. Three. Go on then. Make a noise.
Jo
One. Two. Thud. ...Did that sound like wood? Or bone? You said bill me. My rent’s due. Hope you have cash.
Lena
It sounded like your elbow hitting the frame. Or my ribs, depending on how wide you swing. I don’t have cash. I have rent due too, which is why I’m not letting you destroy the door. Put the hammer down before you actually break something worth fixing. The shim was the only plan that had a chance.
Jo
The shim’s in the ladder pocket. You want it or not?
Lena
It’s fine. The ladder’s swaying. You’re sweating. I’m not touching that shim with your grease on it. Fix your balance first. And stop looking at me like I’m the obstacle. I’m just the witness to your incompetence. Hand me the light. Hurry up.
Jo
My balance is fine. The floor’s uneven. Hand me the shim. I’m not cleaning it. If it slips, it’s on you.
Lena
You’re insane. The shim is grease-stained junk. If it slips, it’s on you because you dropped it. I’m not holding the light. I’m not handing you anything. Go fix your balance on the uneven floor you complained about. Stop looking at me. I’m leaving.
Jo
Wait. I’m leaving too. Door stays locked. You’re welcome for the noise. Don’t call the landlord.
Lena
Fine. Keep it. But don’t come knocking when the deadbolt sticks again. I’m not fixing your mess. Go.
Jo
Door's still locked. I'm going to the bodega. You want beer? Or just want to stare at the paint chipping?
Lena
I’m staring at the dent you made. You owe me drywall repair. Get yourself a beer. Maybe two. Drink it all. I don’t want a chair to the head if you’re tipsy. And lock the damn hinge pins next time. Or don’t. I’m done.
Jo
Drywall’s fine. Just caulk. Two beers. Don’t move. I’ll be back before the draft stops whistling.
Lena
You’re leaving me with a draft? Real thoughtful. I’m not moving. I’m watching the hole. If that caulk is cheap stuff, I’m keeping the deposit. Hurry back. The draft is freezing. And don’t spill on the rug.