At least no strange men knocked on my window this time.

I got home from Dave's, turned on my dome light to do my mileage and somehow managed to drop my keys on the floor. The one time that I don't use the click-y remote control dealie, and I lock my keys in the car. No problem! I'm at home. We've got a spare key. Which decides not to work. Huh. Ok, well I'll call BCAA. At least I'm at home. I'm chillin' at the computer, pizza in the microwave, drinkin' a Bud...well, actually it's a Molson's, but who's keeping track, huh? So I've got 45-60 minutes to kill before the person arrives to break into my car.

*twiddles thumbs*

I love: that I locked my keys in my car outside my own house.