Jack and the Broomstick

Last week while I was looking for my broom to sweep the front porch, my neighbor Jack called across the street to ask what I was doing. I responded that I had misplaced my broom.

He asked it I was going for a ride.

It took me a minute and then I laughed and waved.

What I should’ve said was, “I was out late last night, and I forgot where I parked it.”