Something's Missing

Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel; I desperately gave
myself a personal police pat down. I was looking for my keys.

They were not in my pockets or my purse. 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 call of all, "Honey," I stammered; I always
call him "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 his voice. 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 was on my way, but I'll be delayed."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Because I was pulled over by the police and now have to convince them
that I didn't steal your car.

Yep, it's the golden years.