I left the house at the same time as quelonzia, and stopped off at the gas station at the bottom of the hill to fuel my li'l purple car. As I got out, I reached over and grabbed my jacket from the passenger seat.
And set my keys down, without thinking about it.
And locked the door, which I almost never bother to do when I'm just putting gas in the car.
And then I called Quel, who got off the freeway, turned around, and unlocked my car door for me.
I told her, "on my way home, I'm going to stop at the hardware store and have a spare key made, then keep it in my wallet."
Despite the delay, I still got to MLML half an hour early. The conversation with the professor was quite fruitful; he's going to be a great help on my project. I headed over to the Reserve office to fill my supervisor in and look up some information. I opened up the trunk to get my file case, then went around to the passenger side to grab a bottle of water.
An hour or so later, I decided to take off for home, grab some lunch en route, and finish off the day's work from my home computer (which is faster and more powerful than the work machines).
My keys were not in my fanny pack.
With horror, I looked into the passenger side window. There they were, on the seat.
Quelonzia is on her way down.
I am stopping at the hardware store on my way home. PERIOD.
ADDENDUM: The hardware store didn't have a key blank to match a 1997 Ford Aspire.
Greeeeeaaaaat. I hope the Ford dealership can dupe this thing -- without charging me through the nose.