He opened the van and inside was quite odd. Millions of keys hung on the walls and scattered on the floor (I doubt there were millions but there was a lot!) and one rackety wooden stool. I imagine the real Father Christmas to be like this man, no sleigh or reindeers but a Transit van holding the key to every house in the world. He sat and it took ten minutes to forge a new key.
He opened my car with it and switched on the ignition. He yanked a plastic covering from under my dashboard before plugging in a strange computer. I thought it was a bit of an aggressive violation to be honest. He pressed a few buttons on his computer and ended up extracting some codes from the vehicle. I didn't know my car was holding such information inside it and I thought me and my car told eachother everything.
The whole process took about twenty minutes and it cost me £45 to get a spare key for the car.
Now...I've lost my passion. Who can I phone to forge me a spare? And how much will it cost?
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