[GH85Carrera]

Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, 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, Diane, 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 doors
of the church, 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 Diane's voice. "Ken" she barked, "I dropped you off!"

Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."

Diane retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not
stolen your car!"