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02-20-12, 04:14 AM
OK, as we get older we have to be aware of issues like this.
Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, 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, Diane, 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 doors of the church, 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 Diane’s voice. “Ken” she barked, “I dropped you off!”
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and
get me.”
Diane retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I've not
stolen your car.
Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, 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, Diane, 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 doors of the church, 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 Diane’s voice. “Ken” she barked, “I dropped you off!”
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and
get me.”
Diane retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I've not
stolen your car.