You know those times when your friend stays over until midnight and gets locked out of their house? So you're walking them home and the repetitiveness of the word shit increases as you approach the door knowing their mother isn't going to wake up to let them in (and if she actually did she would have killed her, then I'd have been caught in the crossfire). So after exhausting all possible ways of entry you help them break in through the window, congratulate each other on a successful felony, then carry on with your night. Yaa. Remember your keys and phones kids.
I left my key back when I was on vacation in the Pacific and it decided to choose some brown-haired blue-eyed buffoon named after the sky instead.