The Golden
Years!!!
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 ignition. 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 cell phone call of all, "Honey," I stammered;
(I always call him "honey" in times like these.) "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
car!!"
Yep, it's
the golden years ..............
