CHUCKLES----

Car Keys

Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel; 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 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 door, 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 her voice.
“Idiot”, she barked, “I dropped you off!” Now it was my time to be silent, embarrassed, I said, “well, come and get me.”
She retorted, I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car.”

Family Legacy - Continued

HELP! Flat Tire

We were living in Castro Valley. I was taking Jerry to work at Fabric Lane in San Leandro, and picking him up after work so I could have the car. One day, as I started onto the freeway, I realized I had a flat tire. Beth was asleep in the back seat.

I got out of the car to look, and immediately, a car with two young guys swooped in to help me, I guess. They quickly got the jack out and put the spare tire on for me. As they were working, I said, "You guys are really great". One got a smirk on his face as he looked at the other one and said, "Lady, if you only knew!" I have an idea why they stopped, but they probably saw Beth in the back seat, so they just changed my tire and left. Thank you Jesus!

Dot