I go out to my car in my garage today in order to run a million errors while Sara was here to watch the kids. I discover that my husband had locked my car last night, something I never do when it's in the garage. I peer into the window, and resting on the middle console I can see both my regular set of keys and my spare set (don't ask why I have my spare set in the car). My only other car key would be on my husband's keyring, which was currently with him on a plane to Florida.
In my next life, I'm going to become a locksmith. Five minutes work..$50 in the pocket.