unlocking a car door the old fashioned way

funny thing happened to me this afternoon. i went shopping with mom and, as usual, i was driving (her car). well, katelyn has the big key set, the one with the clicker on it. and, as you know, its been raining all day today. i haven't a raincoat (well i do, but since i can't zip it up there isn't much use in wearing it). so, here we were - in the parking lot of the post office (getting back into the car). there is a man standing outside of his car beside us (in a raincoat), playing with his kid in the backseat (his wife was inside). i have the keys in my hand, looking for the clicker. mom is at the passenger door, looking at me wondering why i hadn't unlocked them yet. i said "i don't have the clicker! i don't know how to get into the car!" (she has one of those keypads on the door - and i didn't know the code.) anyway, i just stood there with the keys, waiting for her to signal to me what the code was... figuring she just didn't want to yell it because there was a man next to us (then he'd know her code). but no... that wasn't why at all. she was looking at me like i had lost my mind. then i remembered. "oh, i have the keys. i can use them!" the man standing at the car next to us was laughing as hard as we were. i blame this on pregnancy brain. clearly that is the cause.