As an elderly man left a pottery class, he patted himself down, looking for his car keys.
They were not in his pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.
Suddenly he realized that 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 was that the ignition is the best place not to lose them.
His wife's theory is that the car will be stolen.
As he burst through the doors, he came to a terrifying conclusion: her theory was right. The parking lot was empty.
He immediately called the police. He gave them his location, confessing that he had left the keys in the car and that it had been stolen.
Then he had to make the most difficult call of all, and that was to tell his wife what happened.
"Honey," he stammered, "I left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen."
There was a period of awkward silence.
He thought the call had been dropped, but then he heard her voice.
"You fool!" she barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was his turn to be silent.
Embarrassed, he said, "Well, come and get me."
"I will," she retorted, "Just as soon as I convince this cop to take the bloody handcuffs off!"
Post a Comment