After a meeting I couldn’t find my keys. I quickly gave myself a personal pat down. They weren’t in my pockets.
Suddenly I realised I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the car park. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving my keys in the car’s ignition as he’s afraid the car could be stolen. As I looked around, I realised he was right.
The car park 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 to my husband: “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen”.
There was a moment of silence. I thought the call had been disconnected, but then I heard his voice. “Are you kidding me?” he barked, “I dropped you off!”
Now it was my turn to be silent.
Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me”.
He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop that I didn’t steal your damn car!”
Welcome to the golden years…