This wasn't really Willy but it sure could be. Don't laugh if it hasn't happened to you it will.
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 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.
"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 policeman I have not
stolen
your car."
Yep, it's the
golden years................
