Darren Pecoraro's brood is at it again.
A few months ago, my
wife and I decided to purchase a fireproof safe to keep in our closet for cash,
jewelry, passports, etc. It was a reasonably priced, convenient option for what
we needed, or so we thought. After
lugging the safe home, I proceeded to open the box and placed the instruction
manual (which held the combination) on top of the safe. I explained to my son
in the most serious way I could how important this manual was and that it was
not to be touched. No sooner had I entered the kitchen and sat down at my
computer that I heard a dreadful, loud metallic, “click”. Yes, just like the
sound the door of a safe makes when locked. I rushed to the garage to find my
son standing next to it with a satisfied, job-well-done look on his face. “What
did you do?” I asked. “Daddy, you said
this paper was extremely important, so what better place than inside the safe?”
Feeling the back of me neck heating up, my anger was quickly diffused when I
considered the logic from his, (a 7 year olds) point of view. Important things
belong in the safe - a simplistic, but accurate assessment of the situation.
After carefully
writing down the model and serial number, I found the website which directed me
to an 800 number used to retrieve lost combinations. Naturally I was put on
hold as a pleasant female voice explained how they were experiencing “higher
than normal call volume”. About 30
minutes later, (no exaggeration) I was made aware of the procedure which
included a notarized form, (thank you C.R.), and of course $$$. After following
the procedure to the letter, I noticed I hadn’t received the combination
via-email like I had requested.
Back to the 800
number for some more pleasantries. “Your call is extremely important to us,
please stay on the line as we are experiencing higher than normal call volume”.
This call took place less than 10 minutes after the call center opened. How high
can the volume be at that early hour? Apparently their entire clientele
consists of morons who have lost, forgotten, or locked their combinations
inside the safe (myself among the latter!). Literally 50 minutes later, FIFTY!
An operator apologized profusely and expedited the email to me post-haste. I
was relieved in that finally after the hassle, and impatience by me, I would
finally open, and get to use the safe properly.
43 LEFT, check, 76 RIGHT, check, 39 LEFT ugh. The safe refused to open.
I tried 12-15 more times, each time more careful than the last, turning the
dial with the gentile dexterity of a surgeon, each time to no avail.
My older son noticed
my frustration and upon explanation, he said perhaps I should turn the dial the
opposite way each time. I scoffed at his suggestion, saying “safe companies
don’t give out wrong combinations but thanks” as I dismissed him with extreme
incredulity. Back to the phones we go. “Your call is extremely important to us,
please stay on the line as we are experiencing higher than nor………” you get the
picture. After a relatively short time on hold (34 minutes), an
overly-apologetic operator realized the mistake which had been made. She said
that the combination was reversed. I should be turning RIGHT-LEFT-RIGHT, and
not LEFT-RIGHT-LEFT as the original email had instructed. Et Voila, the safe
opened and I thanked her, partly for her help, but mostly because I would no
longer need to experience any type of call volume.
After I hung up the phone, it dawned on me
that the perspective of both of my young sons is something I never considered
during this ordeal. If I had the view my 7 year old son had, I probably would
never have left the manual within his reach. More importantly, my older son
offered a simplistic solution, a solution I quickly dismissed which just
happened to be the correct one. One should always consider all possibilities
when solving any problem, always beginning with the easiest one (Thank you
Christian). There are two important lessons I learned. Look at a problem from
every angle for a solution, and the next safe I buy will have a damn key!
Darren Pecoraro is a 46 year old retired stay-at-home dad from Englishtown NJ. He enjoys all sports, especially golf, music, and writing. His greatest love is his wife, Adele, and their two boys, Christian, and Andrew.
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