The wannabe locksmith

The wannabe locksmith

Thirty-​one year old, Joe Chavez pushed the sec­ond pin into the lock, twisted it a quar­ter turn and lis­tened for the click. That’s when he heard, from behind, the sound of the County Sher­iff unhol­ster his sidearm say­ing, “What are you doing bur­glar­is­ing this vehi­cle son?”

It got Chavez to smile. “I’m try­ing to fig­ure how it works.”

The Sher­iff spat out a mouth­ful of brown­ing tobacco that landed next to his boot. He said, “You shit­ting me?”

Chavez hav­ing fun with him now, said, “I fig­ured that I needed the prac­tice if I want to be a Locksmith.”

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of an unknown Utah man - www​.azcen​tral​.com

Thirty-one year old, Joe Chavez pushed the second pin into the lock, twisted it a quarter turn and listened for the click. That’s when he heard, from behind, the sound of the County Sheriff unholster his sidearm saying, “What are you doing burglarising this vehicle son?”

It got Chavez to smile. “I’m trying to figure how it works.”

The Sheriff spat out a mouthful of browning tobacco that landed next to his boot. He said, “You shitting me?”

Chavez having fun with him now, said, “I figured that I needed the practice if I want to be a Locksmith.”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of an unknown Utah man – www.azcentral.com