I laid the bike down yesterday when I ran into gravel across the road on a blind curve. Sheriff came, police and ambulance.
One deputy got surly with hubby when he asked why there weren't warning signs out about the gravel. After all the road is a popular route for bikers on their way to Big Slick's Bar and Eatery and The motorcycle outpost. Gravel like that is a serious danger for bikers.
Later when the ER is releasing me I can find my license in my purse, but not the case I keep my license and d bit card, nor my debit card. I call the sheriff's office, assuming I my case had been dropped in the squad car. Eventually the deputy from the scene calls me back. He surly tells me he distinctly remembers putting my case in the black purse with pink stripes. I responded that my bag has an eagle on it, and I don't normally wear pink. He'll get back to me. 20 minutes later the EMT calls, she found my card in her purse.
I can't speak for my husband, after all his heart condition makes him aggressive when upset/angry, but I kept my tone neutral at all times. I also carefull chose my words to let them know I believed it was accidentally misplaced. At no point did I even hint that someone stole my card. But I got the short end of his temper.
the card is back in my possession, so all I have to do is find an orthopedist about my knee, and heal.