<p>No car keys. No house key. House was locked up tight. Sigh.</p>
<p>Oh so many times I have done that
however we have a small basement window ( 1900’s house ) and one of the panes was broken for a while enough so that I could stick my arm in, pull out the nail that was holding it shut, kind of squeeze through the window,hope there wasn’t too much stuff on Hs work bench and climb inside- but then we got it fixed so I was left to resort to the other option of getting a short ladder out of the garage and climbing through the bathroom window which might have been left unlatched
or not 
However lately I have been pretty good at finding my keys</p>
<p>This one’s at my husband’s expense (and mine for not reacting faster).</p>
<p>Flying Southwest, H makes it a point to get the “A” passes 24 hours in advance so we’ll the the first group on the plane. We get on, and he sits on the aisle, I at the window, in hopes that the plane will not the full and no one will choose the middle. So after a couple minutes, he says, “gotta hit the john before the plane takes off” and puts his stuff on the middle seat and gets up (people are still getting on). </p>
<p>Well you can see where this is going. A lady comes along and plops down in the aisle seat. I can’t very well tell her to get up and move into the middle seat, since it’s piled up with his crap. So he comes back and we get to be cozy for the rest of the ride.</p>
<p>He was slapping himself on the head the whole flight.</p>