L.B.
I locked myself in my apartment once years ago. Well, I thought I locked myself in.
It was a keyed deadbolt on both sides of the door. I got up, got ready for work, but could not find my keys when it was time to go. It was a 2nd story garage apartment, so no way to go out a window. I tore the place apart looking for the keys. My boss was ready to send over a lock smith when a little light bulb went off in my brain.
Yep, I tried to open the front door. And yes, the keys were stuck in the outside lock, where they had been all night.
I was never locked in, as I had never brought the keys in to lock the door.
Ah, one day I will share the banana and the eye story.