While in the process of shutting the door, I noticed my key ring sitting on the passenger seat, and I cast a horrified glance at the door lock. Ever vigilant about reducing my crime risk, I locked the door but left my keys in plain view, glistening in the emerging winter sun and taunting me with their "near-but-so-far-away" state, like a video clip of a cross country moving truck.
Luck left me.
I tried the other door handle, knowing full well that its locked status had not miraculously changed, and I began to think through my options. I could call AAA, but it would probably be a few hours for them to arrive, and there would be no guarantee that they could actually enter the vehicle. I could call a locksmith, but this would probably run me $75-$100. I happened to be near the rear of the vehicle, and the hatch looked...different. Sure enough, I drove all the way from Toledo to Bowling Green with an unlatched hatch, and sixty seconds later I retrieved my keys after a short crawl through a subcompact car.