All five years of high school I used the same combination lock for my locker. And after every vacation I would panic as I walked into school, convinced I would forget my combination. I never did. Every time my fingers would remember the numbers and I would open my locker.
This morning I couldn't. I got to the staff entrance of the museum and my mind blanked. I couldn't remember the door pass code. Luckily a delivery man arrived just after I did, and got buzzed in.
Summer vacation is really and truly over.