I just got done with work. I walk out to my van, unlock the sliding door, put my keys down, put my things inside, lock and close the door. Reach into my pocket for my keys...uh, oh...and there they are, right on top of the new bags of shavings I got today for the coop at lunchtime. All of the other doors are locked including the hatch. D'oh! Called the husband - Honey, guess what I did? He's done this himself several times so I'm guessing I'm in for a ribbing when he gets here to unlock the van for me. So now I'm just waiting and typing this on the work computer while I'm waiting. Not the dumbest thing I've ever done but it feels pretty dumb since it was (seemingly) preventable.