There's no way around this: I am really, really dumb. I forgot to pick up my car from the shop this afternoon. At least, not before it closed, which is kind of when it matters.
It's not like I didn't get a call from them at around 5pm, telling me my car was ready. (It was just in for a glorified oil change.) I was on a late conference call (that I really didn't need to be on, truth be told), and then I was working on a work blog entry -- I looked up at the clock, then said, Oh shit, which is not uncommon in these types of situations.
I got rides lined up home and to ork tomorrow, but I paid dearly, as I had been planning on going to Dr. Dremo's for the Tuesday night Washington Psychotronic Film Society screening of Lee Marvin's Canicule (Dog Day).
Damn, I'm dumb.