Several days ago as I left the Barber shop, looked around.
I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down.
I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets.
A quick search back in the shop revealed nothing.
Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car.
Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My wife, Kay,
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 stood outside,
I came to a terrifying conclusion.
Her theory was right. The car was not in the parking lot. 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 after a short period, 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 Kay's voice.
"Fred" she barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get
me" Kay retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not
stolen your car!!"
Getting old is tough on this old man.....
