Silver Years
My KEYS!
They weren't in my pockets. 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 my keys in the car's ignition. He was afraid that the car could be stolen.
As I looked around the car park, I realized he 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 to my husband:
."I left my keys in the car and it's been stolen."
There was a moment of silence. I thought the call had been disconnected, but then I heard his voice.
"Are you kidding me? he barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my turn to be silent
. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."
He retorted,
. "I will, as soon as I convince this police officer that I didn't steal your damn car!"
Welcome to the silver years...
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