The following story is true, it happened to a good friend of mine… whose name I will change for obvious reasons.
My buddy at work lived close to the office so every day he would drive home to have lunch. On this particular day, Fred pulled up to the house, parking his car on the driveway, opened the garage door with the car remote and entering the house through the garage, closing the garage door after him. He tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter then made a sandwich which he ate while watching the news on TV.
Keeping one eye on the time so he wouldn't be late getting back to work, he put the dishes in the sink and grabbed his coat on the way out the front door. He set the lock on the door then closed it securely behind him. Fred then got into his car parked on the driveway and began fumbling for the keys. Damn… his keys (house and car) were still on the kitchen counter where he left them.
Fred then got out of the car and tried the front door – it was, of course, securely locked. Peering in the kitchen window, he could see his keys on the counter. Fred’s anger is now rising as he checked unsuccessfully for an unlocked window. By now Fred is seething. In a final act of frustration he kicked in the front door breaking the door jamb and practically tearing it off the hinges.
Fred now had his keys but the front door was completely damaged and he needed to secure the house before he could go back to work. He got a couple of boards, a hammer and nails from the garage. Back outside and still fuming, he NAILED the front door closed.
Fred then got into his car... as he inserted the key into the ignition, he looked up and noticed there, clipped to sun visor and within easy reach…the garage door opener remote.