They weren’t in my pockets. Suddenly I realized I had to leave 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; just as soon as I convince this cop that I didn’t steal your damn car!”

Welcome to the GOLDEN YEARS