After a meeting several days ago, I couldn't find my keys. I quickly gave

myself a personal "TSA Pat Down."




They weren't in my pockets. Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the



car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot.



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 parking lot, I realized he 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 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, as soon as I convince this cop that I didn't steal your damn car!"