I
was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A
quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.
Suddenly
I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically,
I headed for the parking lot.
My
wife has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the
ignition.
My
theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them.
Her
theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through
the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion.
Her
theory was right. The parking lot was empty.
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.
Then
I made the most difficult call of all, "Honey,"
I
stammered; I always call her "honey" in times like these.
"I
left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen."
There
was a period of silence. I thought the call had been
dropped, but then I heard her voice.
"Idiot,"
she barked, "I dropped you off!"
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."
Yep
it's the golden years.