Car Keys
>
> Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel; I desperately gave
> myself a personal TSA pat down.
>
> 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.
