Me. I'm the bonehead today. Rob and I went out in the car yesterday and as a force of habit I always take my keys with me when we go out, in case some freak thing should happen to his like they fall down a drain or something. I went out with mom and dad today to yard sales (got Colby a pair of rubber boots for .50) and didn't give much thought to the fact that I couldn't find my keys. When we got home, I realized that my keys were no where to be found. You guessed it, they were locked in the glove box of the car. Bonehead me left them in the glove box and we have no spare and Rob was at work. So, to my embarrasement, I had to call a tow truck to come open my car in my own driveway! I can only imagine what my neighbours think. The only good thing about it all is that the guy who came to open the car took 30 seconds to open the door and 5 minutes to get the thingie out of the door as it got tangled on the window track! It looked like a huge paperclip that they slide under the window and up the other side inside the car to pop the lock open. So I guess we share the bonehead award!