Lost 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 husband has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the

My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them.

His theory is that the car will be stolen.

As I burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion. His
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, “Hi, honey,” I stammered, (
I always call him “honey” in times like these) “I love you. “I left my
keys in the car and it’s been stolen.”

There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but
then I heard his voice.

“Are you kidding’ me”,he barked, “I dropped you off” !!! !!!!

Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and
get me.”

He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop I didn’t steal your

Yep it’s the golden years………


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