My Car Keys.

They weren't in my pockets.
Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. I have a bad habit of leaving them, not in the ignition, but on the floor driver's side. It's a bad habit I learned growing up in a small town back in the 50's where nobody worried about car theft and always left keys in the ignition or on the floor. The wife scolds me all the time for it.

Frantically I headed for the parking lot. It was "EMPTY!"

Damn!

I called the police right away. Told them where I was, And, that the car was stolen. I described the car and plate number and answered " Yes, I had left the keys in the car."

That call was easy compared to the next call I had to make.

"Honey, my car was stolen."

Silence. A long one. I thought she had hung up.

"You fool, are you kidding me?" she said, "I dropped you off!"

Now it was my turn to be silent...
"Well,,,; then ?" I asked, "can you pick me up?"

"Yes dear, just as soon as I convince this officer I didn't steal your car!"


Golden years? Yeah they're great.