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Senior Moment

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by Mrs Glockrunner, Apr 4, 2012.

  1. Mrs Glockrunner

    Mrs Glockrunner

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    May 19, 2009
    South Carolina
    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 or purse. 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 husband,
    David, 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 burst through the doors of the
    church, I came to a terrifying conclusion. His 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
    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 David’s voice. “Betty”
    he barked, “I dropped you off!” Now it was my time
    to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and
    get me.” David retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince
    this policeman I have not stolen your car?”