Several days ago as I left a meeting, I desperately gave myself a 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 theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them.
As I burst back out through the doors, I came to a terrifying conclusion. 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, I called my wife..."Honey," I stammered "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 getting like that. "The golden years."
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