Lots of San Diegans, including my niece Jennifer, got out to run before they “eat” this Thanksgiving day in the annual Oceanside Turkey Trot. People run over 5 kilometers to earn money for different charities and medical research.
This year the participants in the Turkey Trot ran to earn money for Alzheimer’s Disease Research. As everyone knows this brain disease is quickly becoming an epidemic in the United States. It reminds me of a story of some lost car keys which someone told me a few weeks ago. I’d like to share it with my readers:
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 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 burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion. His 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 him “honey” in times like these.) “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen.” There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard his voice. “Are you kiddin’ me,” 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 cop I didn’t steal your car.”