Drove my parents to the airport at 3 in the morning, dropped them off, all was fine and dandy. Got back home, parked the car in the garage (I live in an apt. building. The garage is on the ground floor, under all of the apartments) and.... remembered that I left the keys at home when leaving to the airport!
It's a helluva good thing that I live on the 2nd floor, and that the garage is right under our balcony. I figured to park beside/under the balcony, put a milk crate on the car roof, and climb from it onto the balcony :))
Scraped my arm a little, but other than that...
My parents will be gone for a week. If all the while is filled with such adventures, I might consider quitting my day job (as a web developer) and uh.. joining the marines or something :D