“Now put all those keys together and keep them with you,” he tells Lisa. “I’m not your Dad, so it’s not my job to look after you.”
Some folks leave an extra key with a neighbor.
“Now what?” Sam says to his wife, returning to the car. They’ve just returned from vacation. “Nobody’s home.”
“I guess we wait,” she answers.
“I could see our key hanging on a hook on the kitchen wall. I could reach them with my fishing rod if I can find a window open.”
“Seems a little risky.”
Sam takes his rod back over and fishes around with it through a window that has been slightly raised and locked in place. He is lying on the ground, almost upside down, fishing through the neighbor’s window when the cops come around the corner.
“Well, what have we here,” one says. “All right, buddy, on your feet. We’re taking you in.”
“But, wait! I can explain. They have my house key — just go ask my wife.”
“Sorry, she didn’t know who you were, trying to break in here.”
The joke on Sam ends once his wife stops laughing. The police leave just as the neighbors drive in. What a great laugh they have.
Don’t try this on the neighbor’s house.
Retired journalism professor Shirley Ramsey lives in Norman.