Wanda rummaged through her purse like a raccoon in a trash can.
“They’re not in my bag… they’re not in my coat…”
She gasped. “Oh no. I left the keys in the car!”
Panicked, she hustled toward the parking lot—only to find it completely empty.
Wanda (to herself):
“Harold warned me this would happen. ‘Don’t leave the keys in the ignition, Wanda! Someone will steal it!’”
Feeling sheepish but frantic, she dialed 911.
“Yes, hello? I think my car’s been stolen… yes, the keys were inside.”
Then came the call she dreaded most—Harold.
She took a deep breath and confessed,
“Honey… the car’s gone. I left the keys in it.”
There was a pause. Too long.
She checked her phone screen. Still connected.
Finally, Harold growled:
“Wanda… I dropped you off!”
Now she went silent.
“…Oh.”
Then he added,
“Don’t move. I’ll come get you. Right after I explain to this cop why I’m sitting in a ‘stolen’ car!”
