The Golden Years

Do you ever feel like the senility of old age is catching up to you?  I don't think you have to be in your 60's or 70's to have that feeling. I think it can start as early as your 40's. I am starting to be more forgetful, did I turn the iron off when I left for work this morning, where did I put my reading glasses, and the most common of them all.......where did I put my keys.

Well, this little gem was sent to me on Facebook, I would love to credit the author as it is brilliant, alas I don't know who that is (or did I and I have just forgotten????).

Enjoy.............

DON’T LAUGH TOO LOUDLY - IT COULD BE YOU  

 

Several days ago as I left a meeting I desperately gave myself a personal search looking for my car 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 car park.

My husband 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. His theory is that the car will be stolen.

As I scanned the car park I came to a terrifying conclusion! His theory was right. The car park 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.

"Hello My Love", I stammered; I always call him "My Love" 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 disconnected, but then I heard his voice. He barked, "I dropped you off!"

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

He retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your bloody car."

This is what they call, " the Golden Years!"