After a meeting I was coming out of a hotel and I was looking for my car keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room… it wasn’t there.
Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. My husband has warned 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. Immediately I rushed to the parking lot, I came to a terrifying conclusion. His theory is right. The parking lot was empty.
I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, car number and description of the place where I parked etc. I also 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, to my husband!!!
“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.
“Darling!”, he said in a tight voice and paused to gather his breath. He uses “darling” when really upset and I feared what would come next. “I dropped you at the hotel!”
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”
He finally lost it and shouted, “I will, as soon as I manage to convince this policeman that I have not stolen your car!”
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