locked out

Yesterday after work I took the bus home because Dave was at a paddling function. I felt really lucky because I was able to get onto the bus right away instead of my usual half an hour wait. Even better, I got on the right bus which is something that doesn't always happen.
I got home in really good time only to realize that my house keys remained hanging in the coat pocket of the other jacket I brought to work. As you can imagine, I was not very happy. I went through the usual motions that people do when they've locked themselves out, I tested the doors and windows, I tried to pry open a window and realized that the only way I was going to get inside was with the use of a key (or a kick through a window which I wasn't prepared to do).
This is where my decision making skills become questionable. Keep in mind that I had just worked for 13 hours and was a wee bit tired. I had a few options. 1)I could go to our neighbors house whom we don't know at all and ask if I could use their phone. Well, I ruled that one out because Dave has a new cell phone and I didn't know the number. I also have this thing about talking to strangers (they are not really strangers but I just didn't want to hang out in their house in the case that I couldn't get hold of anyone). 2)I could have walked 10 blocks to our friends' house and hang out their but I figured that they would be out because it was a friday night. 3)I could have walked back up our hill and 10 blocks to a restaurant to have dinner. However, the thought of walking was kind of out of the question due to my fatigue. So...I did what any totally not thinking person would do. I sat down on our porch in the cold, pulled up my hood, hunched down and... waited. And waited. And waited. I thought about many things during that time...about breaking into our garage and setting up our tent (I could have sworn we had sleeping bags in there)....about how this reminded me of the movie the Last Kiss where Zack Braff sits outside his house for 2 days waiting for his girlfriend to forgive him....about how my breathing was getting kind of labored because I was shivering so much and if I looked like my patients do when we label them short of breath. Mainly I just chanted, "please come home, please come home", hoping that someone or something in the universe would send the message to Dave and that he would suddenly feel the urge to leave the party.
Eventually, 2 hours later, with tears streaming down my face, the garage door opened and our little putt putt car entered. I have never been so have to hear the squeal of those brakes in life. Dave was a little confused and then pretty much hysterical when he realized what I had done. He bet that probably only 2 out of 10 people would have chosen to sit outside in the cold rather than ask the neighbors for a favor.
Looking back, now that I am warmly sitting inside, I realize that this experience taught me a few things.A) always make sure my cell phone is charged, b) hide a key and c) stop being afraid of the neighbors.