Many years ago, my wife, in a very anxious state, left our Mazda GLC idling with the keys locked inside. She paged me at the hospital where I was training at the time and I sprinted 5 mi on the bike to rescue her, ruining with chain grease a previously spotless pair of the white pants we wore in those days.
Which, in turn, reminds me of the Rodney Dangerfield joke: I locked my keys in the car the other day. Took me two hours to get my wife and kids out.