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After attending a meeting several days ago, I couldn't find my keys. I quickly
gave myself a personal TSA Pat Down.

They weren't in my pockets. Suddenly, I realized I must have left them in the car.

Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My husband has scolded me many times
for leaving my keys in the car's ignition. He's afraid that the car could be stolen.
As I looked around the parking lot, I realized he 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 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 cop that I didn't steal your damn car!"

Welcome to the golden years...
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