Can I have my gum back?

On my first venture to 'FUR', the self-evidently audacious nightclub, I waited on one of three security lines. Nearing the front of the line and the accompanying pat down, security agents yelled out orders to the row of action-seeking young males. “All gum out of your pockets!” shouted one while holding a black plastic tub normally used by busboys to collect dirty dishes. In it were ten packs of Dentyne, Orbitz, and Eclipse. I was dismayed to add my half consumed pack of strawberry kiwi flavored Trident onto the pile. Later that evening, after failing to pick up a girl at the club, I passed by the security agents on the way out. A woman guard was standing next to the black tub of gum. “Can I have my gum back?” I asked. “Are you serious?” she replied. “Yeah.” She picked up the tub with a disgusted look on her face and held it out to me. It’s not like it’s been chewed. I grabbed what I thought was my pack of Trident and took off. Only after opening up a piece from its paper wrapper and placing it in my mouth did I realize that I grabbed the wrong pack—this gum was melon flavored. Oh well, at least one pack of gum was saved that night. Over the next week and a half, I chewed the rest of the adopted pack.