What is it with me, anyway?

So this morning Spouse took the kids to school, then dropped the new car at the Honda service place for a new-car checkover. At about 11, YG called from school, complaining of being terribly, terribly ickish. So I put the dog in her crate and BARTed over to the Mission to pick up YG. We return home with the kid already planning out how she's gonna fall over when we get in the house; I put my key in the lock of the front door. It spins. 360 degrees. And again 360 degrees. And again. I can't get in via the garage because the remote for the garage door is with the car, downtown at the Honda place. I can't get in via the back yard because 1) there's an eight foot tall gate to the yard and 2) the back door uses a different key that I don't generally keep on my keyring. YG and I tried to get into the back yard anyway (see the section about eight-foot wall) and failed, which says nice things for our security, but didn't solve the immediate problem.

Finally I dropped YG off at the library (which Thank God was open) and then headed downtown to the Honda place to ask them to pretty please gimme the remote. BARTed down to Civic Center, walked over to Honda, got the remote, BARTed home, opened the garage door, and am now happily in the house. Spouse promises to replace the key cylinder RSN.

But honestly, do I have a "kick the moron" sign on my forehead and I just didn't realize it?