Excuse me, please!

On our trip to Louisville, Ky, last Sunday, we stopped for a bite to eat and the usual trip to the bathroom. While finishing our meal, we noticed the local police arriving in the parking lot. Two law officers got out of their car, walked up to a couple of families standing outside their cars, and began talking. All was in a casual manner, so we were not alarmed. By then, two of our high school girls had entered the restroom ahead of me, so I patiently waited. One girl finished and the other entered the only stall in the small bathroom. Suddenly, the outer door opened with a woman and the police. She asked if we could NOT use the stool until they had a chance to rescue her car keys from it. Okay, not a problem. But why did they wait more than a half hour and numerous uses before stopping the use of the one stool? In walks a young man with gloved hand to rescue the keys. He must have been very brave or ignorant because the glove only covered his hand up to the beginning of his wrist. We left without knowing the final outcome.