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 wife 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. Her
theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the door, I came to a
terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty.
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 her "honey" in
times like these) "I love you. I left my keys in the car and it's been
There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been
dropped, but then I heard her voice."Are you kidding' me", she barked, "I
dropped you off"!
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said,
"Well, come and get me."
She responded, "I will, as soon as I convince this cop
that I didn't steal your car."
Yep, it's the golden