Car Keys

Why was he born without the ability to procure such keys? But he’d have the last laugh soon…

He looked at the key that the guy threw down on the table.

It was expensive looking, probably for an expensive car.

Luxury.

Now, they had keys that didn’t even look like keys — but he knew what they were.

That’s what he always dreamed of, being rich and having the kind of keys that rich people have.

They’re so cavalier about their keys, he thought.

They throw them down on the table in the restaurant as if they owned the place.

Keys to their Audi’s, Beamers, Mercedes, Jags, Bentleys, and what have you.

Later, when the same people he had served passed him on the street, it was if he was invisible.

It was the question of his life.

Why was he born without the ability to procure such keys?

But he’d have the last laugh, as soon as his day of reckoning came.

He’d be sitting on top of a mountain of fancy keys.

His collection was growing.

If only he could get the cars that go with the keys.

That would be his next project.

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