I immediately called the police station. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then after half an hour, I made the most difficult call of all, “Honey,” I stammered; I always call him “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 his voice.
“Are you crazy”, he barked, “I dropped you there!”
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me then.”
He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car.”