Will Have To Change That Keychain

A man comes in and has a slice and a beer at the bar. He asks for a glass of water and I bring it with his ticket. He hangs out for about forty-five minutes to an hour, watching the game on one of the TVs. At some point, after he’s paid, I notice he’s gone, so I grab his empty dishes. Seeing his keys still on the counter, I leave his glass of water, assuming he’s in the bathroom.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, I see him come out of the restroom, but instead of going back to the bar, he walks to the front door. I grab his keys and chase after him, calling out, “Sir!”

I catch up to him just outside on the patio. He pats his pockets and then turns to me.

Me: “Forget something?”

I hold the keys out to him, reading the keychain on them.

Keychain: “Keys I Haven’t Lost Yet.”