"Several days ago as I left the sale barn in Navasota to walk out to my pickup and was reaching into my jeans pocket from my truck keys.....got that sick feeling when I didn't find them there. I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down - other jeans pockets, shirt pocket - not there. Turned around real fast and trotted back into the sale barn. I did a quick search in the seats where I had been sitting - nothing. I asked everybody if they had seen my keys - nope. Then it hit me - I must have left them in the truck. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot outside the sale barn..

My wife, Verna Faye has scolded me a thousand times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. Her theory is that the pickup will be stolen if I do that. As I burst through the doors of the sale barn and out into the parking lot,, I came to a terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty - no pickup.

I immediately call the highway patrol. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the truck, and that it had been stolen. Then I made the most difficult call of all.

"Honey," I stammered. I always call her honey in times like these. "I left my keys in the truck, and it has been stolen."

There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard Verna Faye's voice.

"Cooter," she barked, "I dropped you off at the sale barn on my way to the grocery store!"

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

Verna Faye retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince these *&%$&#$ highway patrolmen I have not stolen your *^%$^&%$$ truck!"

that is really, really funny...!

stealing that one

I actually did the same at the Katy Mills Bass Pro back when. The alarm button on my FORD key fob wouldn't "find" the Sportrac and I finally told the LORD, "Well, this is my turn, and it will be hard for me. Will you please help me?"

(Finally realized I'd driven the old JEEP that day. Yes, I was thankful!)

You may think this is funny.
BUT: I had my truck stolen in front of the house one night in '89. I'd started out the walk to drive it off and saw it wasn't there.
"wth, know I parked it there', went back thru the house to make sure I hadn't parked it out back. nope not there either.
asked the wife: "Where's my truck????" "oohhh, that's what I heard start up and drive off about 3am"

I hired a pilot friend and we flew the area real well and no truck. Next evening the cops dispatcher called: "found your truck down behind Runyon Lake" "oh damn, they ran it in the lake" "no, it's behind that little pond and the tree's." I called Dad and he met us there.

cop did too, first thing he asked: "where's your keys?" "right here in my pocket" "Show me" Had me put 'em in the switch and it started right up. Don't know why they didn't take the new battery. they did tear the dash apart to get a radio I'd of given them. Had to rebuild the glove box. Had just filled the big welding bottles that morning and full of tools, was putting in a sprinkler system for the folks. all that material was taken, lots of tools as it's a utility box. Just like a tool box on wheels. funny thing is they didn't get the bottles and torch stuff, door was locked.

I'm pretty sure I know who took it. I'd hired half dozen halfway house convicts to work labor on building a big room on the house. A set of keys were missing after that.

It's a hell of a shock to discover!!

George