Friday, November 30, 2012
I didn't want to stay out late.
I wanted to eat.
And get home early.
Eat. Home. Sleep.
That was the plan.
So we start walking to my car after a quick dinner.
Check the back pocket.
Other back pocket.
Front pockets. Shirt pocket.
Take stuff out of pockets.
Pat back pockets again.
It's cold outside.
Back inside restaurant.
ME: "Did you find a set of keys in here?"
NOT THE BRIGHTEST BARTENDER ON THE PLANET: "What did they look like?"
I look around restaurant.
They probably just fell to the floor where I sat.
Check the back pockets again...I'm sure they will magically appear there.
I saddle up to the bar.
I remove everything out of every pocket (I had so much crap with me I was expecting to find a slingshot and a jawbreaker)
Money, wallet, change, cough drops, box cutter, napkins, receipts, paperclip, fireball, notes, etc.
I took off my jacket.
I started patting it down...maybe a hole in the pocket lining?
Maybe the keys are in the lining!
I shake the jacket.
I hear keys.
They aren't in any pockets or the lining.
Or are they?
I pat it down again.
I feel the keys!!!
I HAVE THE KEYS IN MY JACKET!!
And then I spot the secret hidden pocket I never knew about!!
I have a secret pocket!!
In my jacket.
SO TO SUM UP:
I'm the luckiest man on earth. I have a secret pocket so secret that I didnt even know it existed!
Secret pockets are pretty cool.
It's my new place for my keys.