Being a burglar

So I woke up at 5:30am to go for a 3 mile run. It felt great since I have been super lazy lately. So I ran my little bit and came back to my house and poof... my house key had disappeared from my running pants. So I ran the 3 miles again and looked on the sidewalk for the key since I assumed it fell out. It vanished completely... no sign anywhere for the damn thing. Greg is out of town and I am completely locked out. Oh, and I have to be at work at 7:45am and it is now 6:55am. It takes me 20 minutes to drive to work. Luckily my neighbor was out sweeping his sidewalk and he offered to "spot" me while I climbed onto the roof to let myself in through an open window. The most frightening thing is no one on the busy street even did a double take while my ghetto ass was hanging out of the window while falling half way into our bedroom as the older latino man was coaching me.... Hmmm... It was fun burglarizing my own apartment.