It happened

I feel like (or maybe hope is the right word) we all have that thing/task that we have to double check.
Things like:

Did I close the garage door [drive back down the street]. Yes, I did.
Did I turn off my curling iron when I left the house? Yes, I did.
Did I remember to bring my phone with me today? Yes, I did.

Yes, I do all of those and turns out it's always ok.

However, this is NOT what happened.

I planned my whole Sunday around cleaning my car. Windows, leather, carpet cleaning etc. I went out and bought all the supplies I needed - even those amazing blue paper towels. I got home, pulled all of the floor mats out of the car vacuumed those. Then climbed inside the car with my amazing Dyson vacuum (I was not paid to say that) to vaccuum the inside. I was so proud of my work as I vaccuumed the last piece of the front passenger seat area preparing to move on to the cleaning part. I pushed the door wide open with my booty and pulled the vacuum out of the car to the garage floor, whirled around and closed the door. BEEP BEEP.

What?

That's the sound my car makes when it locks. I didn't use the clicker.

I reached for the door handle and pulled. Locked.

I look around the car. All doors closed.

I look inside the car. Keys on the floor.

Yes, my butt locked me out of my own car in my own garage.

RING RING: I need a locksmith for my car.
Service Man: Are you in a safe area?
ME: Yes, my garage.
SM: Your garage??
ME: Yes.
SM: We'll be there in an hour.