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> Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel; I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down.
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> I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.
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> Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot.
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> My wife has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition.
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> My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them.
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> Her theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion.
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> Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty.
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> I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
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> Then I made the most difficult call of all, "Honey," I stammered; I always call her "honey" in times like these.
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> "I left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen."
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> There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard her voice.
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> "Idiot", she barked, "I dropped you off!"
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> Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me." She retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car."
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> ….. Yep it's the golden years.
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