Restaurant Tales: The Car Keys

The other day, I walked out onto the terrace at work to see my coworker scrambling around on the ground underneath the decking we have at one end. After a few minutes of watching, I learnt that the man at the table had dropped his keys from the table and they had fallen through the gap in the decking where it moulds around a tree.

Four servers, a pole, a fork and a dismantled coat hanger later and the keys were reunited with their owner who swiftly put them in his pocket this time instead of on the table.



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