I hate it when...

I hate that feeling you get when in the moment you close the door of your car you realize that your keys are sitting on the driver's seat.  Nothing makes me kick myself more.  I hate the all-too-familiar feeling of trying to get a hold of a locksmith and knowing that you are going to have to wait for the next 45 minutes to an hour before you can get going towards your original destination.  What is worse is being on the phone with the locksmith, while every who rode with you is rolling their eyes because this is the exact same thing that happened last week.  It's particularly embarrassing when you are with a potential significant other and your scatterbrained tendencies are on full display.  I also hate it when the locksmith finds the exact street in Minneapolis that you are on and he gets out and you realize that it's the same guy that helped you out last time.  It is just embarrassing but I never seem to get better about remembering my keys.  The last locksmith that came to my rescue recommended that keep a spare on the underside of my car.  Maybe I will try that.