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LonghornBoater
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Senior Moment
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Date:
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1/21/2012 11:37:09 AM
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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?”
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