At work, I found $40 on the floor, which I picked up immediately. I told myself if anyone voluntary claimed it, I would return it.
Then, a young kid, maybe 13, 14, came up to make a purchase. He realized he lost his cash. My heart sank.
I pretended to look for the money and feigned concern. He had his hands full of brochures and his headphones, so I justified it as a lesson in responsibility and awareness. His parents covered the loss.
If it was some asshole, or if no one came looking for it, I wouldn't have cared. I just remember the look of confusion and sadness on his face. He didn't throw a fit, and was nothing but polite to me. I keep kicking myself for what I did.
I don't even want the money now, despite my need.
anonymousStealing August 23, 2013 at 12:00 am
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