The golden years

Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel; 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 meeting room 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 the keys 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
door, 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.
"Idiot", she barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come

and get me."
She retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have

not stolen your car."
Yep it's the golden years.

And no this was not me, it was am email my mom sent to me.