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Several days ago as I left a meeting with friends at our local bar, 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 bar revealed nothing.

Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot.
My wife, has scolded me many times for leaving thekeys 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 bar,
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 her voice.“Ken” she barked,
“I dropped you off!” 

Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”
Diane retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car?

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