A key dilemma

So, I needed to get a key cut today (no, don’t yawn…).

In America you go here to get your keys cut.
In America you go here to get your keys cut.

But could I bloody well find anywhere that in my ‘UK’ head might cut keys … ? Nope.

I Googled all sorts of key-cutting combinations and I could not find a place in my vicinity.

And so I did a tweet-shout-out to my Columbia, MD Twitter followers and they came straight back to me with the response “a hardware store” (the one literally at the end of my road, which was a bit annoying since I had driven round half of Columbia by then).

In the UK you go to funny little cobbler shops with weird, freaky mannequins to get your keys cut.
In the UK you go to funny little cobbler shops with weird, freaky mannequins to get your keys cut.

Of course, what had I been thinking?! I should have been looking for a big store that sells manure, lawnmowers and Cicada spray (Kendalls), not a little high street store like the ones back in the UK that re-heel shoes, sell mismatched plastic key fobs and those name labels that you can iron into your socks.

What I learned from today’s episode is this:

A) I have to start thinking ‘big,’ B) I have to start thinking in American terms, 
C) I am a bit blonde sometimes, 
D) Twitter is ace in times of need,
 E) The local social networking community is also ace.

My key is now cut and no freaky mannequins were encountered.