MORNING CHUCKLE…
They weren’t in my pockets. Then I realized — I’d left my keys in the car.
Frantically, I headed to the parking lot. My husband has scolded me countless times about this — afraid the car could be stolen. And he was right. The lot was empty. I immediately called the police.
Then came the hardest call: my husband. “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen,” I confessed.
A long pause. Then, “Are you kidding me?” he barked. “I dropped you off!”
Now it was my turn to freeze. Embarrassed, I said, “Well… come get me.”
He shot back, “I will — just as soon as I convince this cop I didn’t steal your damn car!”
Welcome to the GOLDEN YEARS.
