I dropped off the film crew at the San Francisco airport, and was charged with driving the giant Escalade back to Oakland. After dropping one set of crew members off at one Terminal, I hopped into the driver's seat and tried to start the car for the first time. It wouldn't work.
I looked at my friend, who said, "Do we have the keys?" We didn't have the keys.
"Jay has the keys," he said, and bolted out the door to chase him down before he got past security, and the director and I laughed in this gigantic, ridiculous car, parked in a No Parking zone at an airport.
A few minutes of finger crossings later, he ran back with the keys.