After a meeting, I was coming out of a hotel and I was looking for my car keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room, it wasn’t there too.
Suddenly, I realized I must have left them in the car. My husband has shouted 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 the car will be stolen.
Immediately I rushed to the parking lot, 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, description of the car, place I parked etc… I equally confessed that I had left my keys in the car and that the car had been stolen.
Then 20 minutes later, I made the most difficult call of all, to my husband, “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 his voice. “Idiot!” he shouted, “I dropped you at the hotel!”
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, then please come and get me.”
He shouted again, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car.”