Whatsamattawidder?

Did a 40 mile ride around the Bronx yesterday that had enough hills to make Lance weep. That meant I had dead legs on today's commute. Got to work a little early and saw the street sign I lock to occupied by two bikes so I had to use another, less secure street sign. Locked up, left my keys in the pad lock and went up to the office. Tweny minutes later I noticed I didn't have my bike lock keys and rushed outside to find my bike still there and the keys still in the pad lock. Grabbed the keys, made sure everything was locked and smiled at my own stupidity.