Like an idiot, I locked myself out out of my condo. I was only about a foot from the door, but a wind came by and blew it closed. It turns out that crying out, "Oh, no!!!!" doesn't help, .
I didn't feel totally terrible, because I’d put a spare key in a little lockbox and hid it away in a nook of the apartment building – but I it turns out that lockboxes aren’t allowed here, and the bolt got cut and it was thrown out. (I'd checked the lockbox only two weeks ago, and it was there, so obviously it was taken away only within the past 14 days -- after being there for six months. At this point it did feel totally terrible.
I was fairly sure I'd left a spare key with a friend, though wasn't positive, and he lives a mile-and-a-half way, so I wanted to call him first to check. But of course I didn't have my mobile phone which was locked inside. And I couldn't even get someone to call him, since I didn't know his number, which is in the address book in the phone which was locked inside.
Normally I could drive to his place, though that would require car keys, and...well, you know the drill here. They were inside.
As were my face masks and hand sanitizer I carry around when I take a walk.
So, I took off the mile-and-a-half with my handkerchief as a face mask. And fortunately my friend was in (one of the few benefits of a pandemic...), and fortunately, he had the spare key. But wasn't sure which one it was, though I had a pretty good idea. He also had a spare disposable face mask, way. And so, key and face mask at the ready, I walked the mile and-a-half back.
To be clear, the three mile round-trip wasn't that problematic. I walk a half-hour every morning, but it's more annoying when you're berating yourself for being a total idiot the whole way.
But I got back. The key worked. And all’s well.
Other than still feeling like an idiot.