It is 12:40am, the door pulled shut behind her, phone at eleven percent. She types locksmith near me, sees three listings on the map, and calls the first one that looks open and has reviews from this year. She is not reading. She is scanning.
You were awake. You are nine minutes away and you would have charged her fairly. She never saw you, because your listing sits fourth with hours that say closed and a last update from whenever the profile was set up.
So the after-hours work, which is the work worth getting out of bed for, goes to a call centre three states away that dispatches someone unlicensed and quotes ninety at the phone and three-forty at the door. And when that goes badly, the whole trade wears it, including you.
Then one morning you notice your daytime rekeys are slipping too, and you cannot say when it started.