Leaving the Sainsburys the other day, I couldn't find my Keys. They weren't in my pockets. Suddenly I realised I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the car park. 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 car park, I realised he was right. It 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, just as soon as I convince this cop that I didn't steal your damn car!"
Welcome to the golden years...
