After leaving my doctor's appointment, I couldn't find my keys.
I quickly gave myself a personal and vigorous pat down. They weren't
in my pickets. Suddenly I realised 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 car's ignition.
He's afraid that the car could be stolen. As I looked around the parking lot,
I realised he was right.
The parking lot was empty. I immediately called the police. I gave them
my location, confessed that I had left the keys in the car, and that it had
Then I made the most difficult call of all to my husband:
"I left my keys in the car and it's been stolen."
There was a moment of silence. I thought the call had been disconnected,
but then I heard his voice.
"Are you kidding me?" he barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my turn to be silent.
Embarrassed, KI said, "Well come and get me."
He retorted, "I will as soon as I convince this cop that I didn't steal your car!"
Welcome to the golden years!!