I was at the airport one day with a sweat jacket on that zipped up the front, which wasn't zipped.
I went flying thru the pea-shooter cuz we got the go ahead to leave. I spun around and shut the bulkhead door. Guess what stayed on the other side of the door? My pocket with me keys in them.
I did not relish the next phone call.
Me: keys are locked in cab.
center manager: *twitching frantically* WHAT??????
Me: keys are locked in the cab in the pocket of my sweat jacket that got caught when the door shut.
center manager: Are you kidding me????
Me: uh, no.
We had to call DM to get permission to pry open the door. Luckily, it was at the bottom and the mechanic was able to fix very quickly. No warning letters/discipline issued.