Went to check out a new range. Friends and Calmer Half were all busy (or napping), so I went by myself. In bending over and rustling through stuff, I didn't notice the car keys falling into a bag before I locked the door.
So, I'm locked out of my car, with several hours until Calmer Half will get my message... with a PMR-30, a brick of ammo, a handful of targets, and a gun store adjacent full of more ammo and targets, a wallet that can buy more...
I'm sure somebody would have been stressed out by this situation, but it sure wasn't me!
(Keeping track of rimfire for Matthew's project: 130 rounds, CCI .22 WMR, no misfires.)