Stolen Car 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 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 its the best place to have the car 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, my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, Well, come & get me. He retorted, I was on my way, but Ill be delayed. Why is that? I asked. Because I was pulled over by the police and now have to convince them that I didnt steal your car. Yep, its the golden years.........
Posted on: Sat, 17 May 2014 03:59:13 +0000
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