You know the story: coddled (post-)college kid comes to the big city, buckles under pressure, cue tears. Today's tale is from a "twenty-something former film student, frequent subway-crier and headboard enthusiast," who called a late-night locksmith when she couldn't get into her apartment. When the work was done, the guy asked for $613, which she rightly called "exorbitant," enough so to call the cops, who showed up and subsequently bullied her into paying. ("Pay the man now or you're under arrest.") Consumerist relayed the story, adding some dry tips like, "Agree on an estimate before they start services." The Awl, meanwhile, advised all "NYC Young People: You Never, Ever Call an Emergency Locksmith." As one of those young people -- one who has been ripped off! -- I just want us all to be a little bit tougher.