I have a horrible memory. It makes my friends/family laugh (cause they forget too!) and my husband mad (probably cause he fears he’ll be the one having to remember everything and that would bother any male.
So when I hear about stories like the one below…I smile.
Yeah!! I’m not alone!!!
After a long work meeting I had for a new sponsor several days ago, I couldn’t find my keys.
I quickly gave myself a personal “TSA Pat Down.”
They weren’t in my purse. They weren’t in my pockets. Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I raced for the parking lot. My husband often scolds me for leaving my keys in the car’s ignition and I prayed I didn’t do that again! His fear is that the car could be stolen…and sure enough…as I looked around the parking lot, I realized he was right! The parking lot was empty! I immediately called the police, gave them my location, and confessed flat out 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 “I told you so” husband. In a quiet voice, I relayed my moments and uttered the words like a novice child, “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen…”
There was a moment of silence. I thought he dropped the phone or was so mad he was taking in a big breath to yell, but instead he laughed, “What? Are you kidding me? I dropped you off!”
Utterly humiliated and embarrassed, I moved right ahead, “Well, can you come and get me?”
He laughed, “Yeah, of course I will, but first I have to convince this flashing cop car behind me that I didn’t steal your damn car!”