On Tuesday, I went to work and accidentally left the garage open for about 3 hours. I was humiliated by my mistake and promised my wife (and myself) it would never happen again.
The very next night, we came home from the store at about 7:30. When I woke up this morning, I was mortified to discover I had left the garage open all night long.
It absolutely, positively will never happen again. Really.
By the way, nothing was stolen either time.
Had I committed a similar screw-up when we lived in Chicago, the contents would have been emptied and the garage would have been stripped clean - door, opener, lights, sheetrock, nails and all.
That's not necessarily an indictment of my former town; it's just reality in the big city.
We resisted suburbia forever. But we're fast learning that laid-back - and, OK, a little boring - has its privileges, too!