Ohhhhh yes! We've all been there in one way, shape or form. Here's mine:
I had a 93 Peterbilt (Cummins power of course; N14) and unloaded corn syrup in St. Cloud, MN. one January afternoon. I Drove east on I-94 to the truckstop at Hasty, which is about 10 or 15 miles out of St. Cloud, for some fuel and dinner. Got that all taken care of and needed to get going down to Chaska, about 80 miles away to pick up a load of liquid sugar going to God knows where. I had until 10 PM to get it loaded and it was only 4PM, so I went back inside to call home.
After a nice conversation with the wife, I headed back out to the truck and realized that I had locked BOTH sets of keys in the cab. NO PROBLEM! Lift the hood, got to my secret key stash and got out the extra keys. I took one look at them and realized that they were the WRONG KEYS!!. :{
I went inside and called home (which luckily was only about 70 miles away) and asked my wife to make the trip with the extra key that is kept there. She and the kids had not yet had dinner, so I had to promise to feed them when they arrived. She dutifully loaded the kids in the car, grabbed the key, and headed my way. I headed back inside and sat down in the restaurant for more coffee. I also observed at this time that it was beginning to snow.
Now those of you who are familiar with Peterbilts know that the head of the key is somewhat oblong and has the Peterbilt oval on it. It is of a shape that is easily recognizable. While drinking my coffee and pondering my situation I pulled the hidden spare key out of my pocket and started looking at it, trying to figure out how the hell I had stashed the wrong key on the truck. About this time it dawned on me that the spare was a COPY and did not have the Peterbilt head shape, but that it WAS the correct key. I had foolishly assumed that it was the wrong key and never even tried it in the door!
I first try calling home - too late - the wife had already left and did not have a cell phone at that time. Went out to the truck and sure enough - the key opened the door. Now I'm REALLY feeling stupid! Can you say M-O-R-O-N?
I won't trifle you kind readers with the hell I caught when my wife arrived a little over an hour later. #@$%! I bought and paid for dinner for the family, and we went on our merry way through the snow. I arrived in Chaska with just minutes to spare to get loaded that evening.
She brings the story up every now and again - she'll never let me live it down! :-laf
I've got a better one to tell, but I'll let some others chime in with their experiences first.