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.
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 her "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 her voice.
"Idiot," she barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."
She retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car."
Yep it's the golden years.
8 comments:
I am terrible with keys - and my phone - and my purse - and my cards! lol!
When at home the keys are ALWAYS in the car, but I'm slightly more cautious when away. I wonder how long it'll be before I enter those 'Golden Years'?.
So is Keith! ;)
How lovely to be able to leave your keys in the car all the time, Cro!
You have parking lots in Wrexham and call each other "honey"? Over here in The Land of the Barbarians (Yorkshire) we have car PARKS and call each other "thee"!
No, YP, we call each other 'Cariad.' ;)
I haven't yet forgotten that I've been dropped off, but I do regularly forget where I parked the car!
The thin end of the wedge, SP! ;)
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