Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Where is my Car?

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................

1 comment:

Sandee said...

Yep those golden years are all that and a bag of chips. NOT. Good one Willy.

Have a terrific day. :)