When he was done and I'd paid, I reached to one of the loops on my jeans to retrieve my keys, which I clip using a kind of carabiner clip. Not there. Not in my pockets. Not on the ground near the chair.
Fearing the worst, I go outside.
Yep, they're in the truck.
In the ignition.
With the engine still running.
Haven't locked my keys in my vehicle, let alone with it running, since like my senior year of high school, and it wasn't a big deal back then, because the trunk of my 1976 Pinto opened with a flathead screwdriver.
Luckily, I keep a spare key at the office, and my pare' brought it to me on his way home -- even more luckily, I caught him just before he was leaving for the day.
Then it was back to the office for more work.
At least my day ended well -- homemade spicy sloppy joe dinner, WOW ... though I stayed up way too late ... which I'll pay for in about ... 5 hours.
So ... how was YOUR Monday?