The Golden Years

Several days ago  as I left a meeting I desperately gave myself a  personal search. 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 car park.  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 is that the car will be  stolen.

As I scanned the car  park I came to a terrifying conclusion! His theory 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. 

 “Hello My Love”,  I stammered; I always call him “My Love” 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 disconnected, but  then I heard his voice. He barked, “I dropped you off!”

Now it was my time to  be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get  me.”

He retorted, “I will,  as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your bloody car.”

This is what they call ‘The Golden Years!’


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