"Ah, slurry seal, my old nemesis..."

This morning I received further evidence I am a spaz.

The city is slurry-sealing a couple streets in our neighborhood today, including the one our house is on. Our house is at about the mid-point of the section of roads they're doing.

I get the bright idea to park across the street from my house, thinking "Well, they'll start at one end of the work area and make their way to the other... If I leave at 8am, I shouldn't have any trouble."

I walk out the door and see that they do the sealer end-to-end in stripes the entire length of the road. If I don't want to get my shiney-shoes all tarry (our CEO is visiting today), I'm going to have to walk to the end of the road and around the block to get to my car that's across the street from my house.

I get about halfway around.

I realize, "I don't have my car keys."

I walk home. I realize, "I don't have my house keys."

The lovely wife is in the shower, she can't hear the doorbell or me calling from my phone.

Stuck on the porch for 15 minutes. Feeling like an idiot is a great way to start the day.