Several days ago as he left a meeting, Kevin desperately gave himself a
personal TSA pat down.
He was looking for his car keys. They were not in his pockets. A quick search in
the meeting room revealed nothing. Suddenly he realized he must have left them in the car.
Frantically, he headed for the parking lot. His wife had scolded him many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. His theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them.
As he burst through the door, he came to a terrifying conclusion, his car had been stolen. The parking lot was empty. He immediately called the police. he
gave them his location, confessed that he had left his keys in the car, and
that it had been stolen.
Then he made the most difficult call of all, “Hi, honey,” he stammered, (he
always calls her “honey” in times like these) “I love you.” “I left my keys in
the car and it’s been stolen.”
There was a period of silence. He thought the call had been dropped, but then
he heard Yvonne’s voice: “Are you kidding’ me”, she barked, “I dropped you off!”
Now it was his time to be silent. Embarrassed, he said, “Well, come and get
She retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop I didn’t steal your