This story is told from a woman's point of view we men can do some pretty silly stuff too.
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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 or my purse. 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 husband 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. His theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the door, 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, 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 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.
He barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my time to be silent.
Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."
He retorted, "I was on my way, but I'll be delayed."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because I was pulled over by the police and now have to convince them that I didn't steal your car.
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Yep, it's the golden years.
edlask wrote:
This story is told from a woman's point of view we men can do some pretty silly stuff too.
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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 or my purse. 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 husband 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. His theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the door, 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, 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 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.
He barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my time to be silent.
Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."
He retorted, "I was on my way, but I'll be delayed."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because I was pulled over by the police and now have to convince them that I didn't steal your car.
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Yep, it's the golden years.
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Hilarious if it happens to someone else :) .Anyway, now it is time to ask him what his favorite camera would be and think of a surprise present :)
Very good...what is TSA please?
phcaan
Loc: Willow Springs, MO
cockney greg wrote:
Very good...what is TSA please?
Transportation Safety Administration. The travel goons we stupid Americans allow to violate us at every airport.
NOTLguy
Loc: Niagara on the Lake, Ontario
edlask wrote:
This story is told from a woman's point of view we men can do some pretty silly stuff too.
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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 or my purse. 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 husband 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. His theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the door, 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, 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 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.
He barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my time to be silent.
Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."
He retorted, "I was on my way, but I'll be delayed."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because I was pulled over by the police and now have to convince them that I didn't steal your car.
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Yep, it's the golden years.
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Don't feel too bad, it doesn't only happen to you.
I had a retired friend who used to drive down to Florida for two months each winter from Toronto.
One year while he was down there he had to return to Toronto for a medical appointment at his regular hospital in Toronto. Upon exiting the hospital, he spent an hour looking for his car, and reported his loss to the police. It was only when he was preparing to return to Florida, that he remembered that he had driven down to Florida, but had flown back for his medical appointment.
He said it was rather embarrassing to make the call to the police, after he finally realized his mistake.
Yes, this is a true story.
Thi was posted a few weeks ago. Only it was a man leaving a meeting at church. Still like it
DaveMM
Loc: Port Elizabeth, South Africa
I know this is a true story as I saw it happen.
Our Electrical Engineering lecturer found his car missing from college and called the police. When they arrived, they managed to have a collision with a student in his car, creating much mayhem (and some mirth). As they were sorting out the lecturer's story, the lecturer's wife drove up in his car, which she had taken that day. Ouch!
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