So I found a wallet on the street in front of me today.
Bear in mind that I'm considering whether or not the moral obligation for me to never, EVER take government assistance is competing against the knowledge that, if I just bothered to fill out an application, I would probably qualify for food stamps.
And yet, despite this, despite the cash inside, despite the fact that said cash was probably not even NEAR being fully accounted for, which I know because the 'wallet' was actually a woven-by-a-'hopi'-but-actually-made-in-china-style hippie's-favorite-souvenir get-up I...
...dug through until I found identifying information I could turn into a potential contact, followed through on that (using one of my limited text messages to do so, I might add), and set up a meeting time/place, not at my apartment and thus not particularly convenient, to return it.
Sometimes wouldn't it be nice to just do what actually benefits you, and not what benefits your sense of what sort of person you OUGHT to be?
...yeah, I wouldn't know, either.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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I once returned a wallet I found on the street to a nearby police station and got harassed and practically had my fingerprints taken because they thought maybe I had stolen it. Next time, I'm keeping that guy's $12 and VIP membership card to a local Gentleman's Club. Take that law!
ReplyDeleteVIP - classy.
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