Deader than a doornail

That expression goes back to the 1400's. At that time the exterior of doors had large studded nails and there was one positioned under the door knocker to receive the blows. It was called the doornail, and it's believed the expression came to be because people thought the doornail received so many blows that it must be dead. It was a completely appropriate expression for what I found today at lunchtime. I headed out the door, swung my leg over and reached for my bike key, but it wasn't there. That's because it was still in the ignition in the on position. Good grief! Will I never learn? I'm lucky no one stole it. I've been riding since 95, and this is the third time I've done this. My tool kit was safely tucked away in the garage at home (it was taking up too much room in the saddlebags and I'd decided to only carry it for trips-STUPID!) I managed to get the seat off and the battery out in 15 min with the tools at work, which is a record for me. One of my co-workers gave me a ride to the nearest auto-parts store where I could get it charged overnight. She offered to give me a ride home, but I knew it was out of her way and I said I'd just walk, to do penance for my stupidity and reinforce the hard life lesson. It was 87 degrees today and a 5 mi. walk, NOT fun. I hope I never do it again. I thought about calling J, but then I remembered how much he resented people infringing on his free time, and decided against it. He offered to help me anytime, but it just didn't feel sincere, more an alleviation of a guilty conscience than any real desire to be helpful. I'm alone now. I need to learn how to deal with my own problems, Now after a cool shower and a chilled glass of white wine it seems amusing. I just hope my bike is still there in the morning.