I still remember my junior high school gym locker combination (23-27-09). I had that lock forever. Unfortunately, I have bought lots of locks since then (because temporarily I lose things when I need them) and I don’t know which of my six black combo locks that code belongs with. And because I am the world’s most uncoordinated person, and even simple technology hates me – I never mastered the whole “once to the right, three to left, triple half gainer” to open. So, I just kept buying more locks, forgetting the combinations and getting annoyed. I tried different colors, I tried writing the codes in obvious places (which became less obvious when I needed them).
A few years ago – I found my salvation at Staples. The Wordlock. No numbers. Just letters. That make a word – that you choose! Even I can remember a word that I chose (it helped that I tied it to something gym-related. And that’s the only clue you’ll get from me!). And it works. Through all of my “maybe this is the time I stick with a gym routine” phases, I always remember my word. I love this lock.
I have no idea if its as secure as the number thing, but really – if you want my stuff that badly, go for it. “Locks only keep honest men honest” or something like that.
It’s just so stupid. It’s not stem cell research – but it does make my day a little brighter. Other people obviously have the same problem as me. Why did it take so long for this giant leap in lock technology? It makes me wonder about what other things I am using that I think are fine, or already at their peak of awesome (like sharks) but could be improved just that much more.
What is your daily annoyance that could be improved … somehow?
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That lock is fantastic. I’ve NEVER been able to remember lock combos – in high school, I had to write the combo on the wall next to my locker so I’d have it handy when I forgot it every third day or so.
I am getting one of those tomorrow.
I have nightmares of going to highschool and forgetting my locker number, and even where my locker’s located. It sucks even more, since it’s actually happened to me every time we had a long vacation from school.
I am 27, and I still have nightmares about high school.
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