I finally did it. Last night after coming home from my second job, my wife asks me if I want to go out to eat. I was hungary (as it was 8:45pm) but I did not want to miss the series finale of Fraser. She suggests we go to Taco Bell and come right back. I think that is a good idea and we head out the door. She asks me if I have my keys and I check my pocket and say "yes" and close the door. When I reach into my pocket to lock the deadblot, I realize the keys I have with me are for my jobs and not my house/car keys.
Needless to say my wife was upset. I knocked on our neighbor's door just as he was coming out. I told him our situation and he graciously let us use his phone. I called the rental management company but they will not be able to get anyone to our townhome for another hour and would charge us an arm and leg for the service. My neighbor said that there was no chage if you needed to be let in during business hours.
Long story longer, I figure we can crash at one of our folks place as they only live about 30 min. away. I have a spare key to my car in my wallet but upon opening my vehicle I find that I indeed had put the Club on my car and could not drive it (like I said, idiocy runs in my family). We borrow another phone from a different neighbor, our neighbor had gone to get something to eat and fortunately we live in a very friendly area (even though there is a heavy crime rate) and contact my parents (unbeknownst to me, my wife had gotten a phone from another couple who were leaving and saw our situation and she called her folks (idiocy runs in my family you know)). Both sets show up be we go with mine so I will definitely have a ride back in the morning so I can unlock my apartment and get my stuff for work.
One eventful night. I had cereal for dinner and missed Fraser. At least God is gracious in that we have nice neighbors who are willing to help us out and parents that live close by to give us a free place to stay. Even though their son/in-law is an idiot.