Thread: Sometimes I Wonder.....

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. 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 wife, Diane, 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.
Her theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the
doors of the church, I came to a terrifying conclusion. Her 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 her "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 Diane's voice.

"Ken," she barked, "I dropped you off!"

Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, would
you come and get me?"

Diane retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have
not stolen your car."