“Several days ago, as I left the sale barn in Aledo, Texas to walk out to my pickup, and was reaching into my jeans pocket from my truck keys, I got that sick feeling when I didn’t find them there.
I gave myself a personal TSA pat down. Looked everywhere: the other jeans pockets, shirt pocket – everywhere. But, they were not there.
So, I turned around real fast and trotted back into the sale barn. Did a quick search in the seats where I had been sitting – nothing.
I asked everybody if they had seen my keys – nope.
Then it hit me – I must have left them in the truck.
Frantic, I headed for the parking lot outside the sale barn..
My wife, Kathy has scolded me a thousand 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 pickup will be stolen if I do that.
As I burst through the doors of the sale barn and out into the parking lot, I came to a terrifying conclusion.
She was right.
The parking lot was empty – no pickup.
I immediately call the highway patrol. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the truck, 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 truck, and it has been stolen.”
There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard Kathy’s voice.
“Henry,” she barked, “I dropped you off at the sale barn on my way to the grocery store!”
Now it was my time to be silent.
Embarrassed, I said, “Well, would you come and get me?”
Kathy retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince these *&%$&#$ highway patrolmen I have not stolen your *^%$^&%$$ truck!”
Yep, It’s a Classic Joke!