I pretty much did as well.
Had to make one emergency family-related flight this year, but I do not anticipate doing it again for a long, long time. The security goons separated me from my keys while they took me aside and felt my crotch and waved magic wands and performed all sorts of ju-ju over me. By the time they let me go I had forgotten all about my keys, and didn't think of them again until the very second the plane left the ground.
And airport security personnel are oh-so-concerned about reuiniting you with possessions that they separated you from. </sarcasm>