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Getting locked out in Los Angeles has a special way of testing your patience. It rarely happens when you have time to spare. It happens when the meter is running, when your dog is inside barking at the door, when you are holding groceries in a Silver Lake driveway, or when you are standing outside your office in Koreatown after everyone else has gone home. That is when people usually pull out their phone and search for a “locksmith close to me.” The phrase sounds simple,

A customer once called me from a duplex near Los Feliz because her front door key felt “wrong.” That was the word she used. Not stuck, not broken, just wrong. She had recently moved in, and the key turned if she lifted it slightly, pushed in hard, and jiggled it at the same time. Her landlord told her it was normal for an older lock. It was not. When I arrived, the lock told the real story. The cylinder was worn, the key was a sloppy duplicate of a duplicate, and the lat