I spent a large part of my day trying and re-trying the combination of a padlock I was told repeatedly was 350---turns out someone gave me the wrong information and the combination was actually 530. Dyslexia kills, folks. It kills. Well, it killed a day and a large part of my spirit, but that's not your problem.
Let's settle down with a little Canned Heat, shall we?
Let's Work Together, Canned Heat. Live 1/3/70.