We were heading out for a cancer society fundraising breakfast and Dale went straight from his place. The breakfast is held across the road from my place so with the extra traffic I decided to lock the house. I almost swore as I felt my hand move fast and away at a point when the deadbolt should have been clicking.
YES the key had snapped and broke flush with the outer edge of the lock just like a bad piece of plastic. I just looked at it and walked away.
At breakfast I told Dale what happened and asked if he could help. After we ate he came over to tackle the door. He used the broken key to line up and turn the deadbolt back along with a flat tip screw driver. Then he used his jack-knife to remove the broken piece. What a great guy! What would I do without him?