a Priest, a Rabbi, and an Imam walk into a bar. The Bartender says, “what is this, some kind of joke?”
Several days ago as I left a meeting,I desperately gave myself a 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 theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. As I burst back out through the doors,I came to a terrifying conclusion. 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, I called my wife,...”Honey,” I stammered. “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.”
Yep it’s getting like that. The golden years.