Last week I was motoring downhill near my home. In the middle of a busy road lay someone's checkbook. It had a blue cover like mine, which is why it caught my eye.
So I parked by twin-engined monster and dodged a few cars to retrieve it. I was on my way to McD's and Home Depot, so I stuffed the book in my pocket and motored on. In fact, I dropped the checkbook in HD and a clerk picked it up for me.
"Sir, ya dropped your checkbook."(coulda been VERY incriminating!)
When I got to my bike, I opened the checkbook for owner's information. Name, address, no phone number. Thumbing thru the book I realized this guy is LOADED! Check amounts were very large, probably a guy my age and ethnicity, homeowner, retired, stable.
So I call my daughter, who finds his name in the phone directory. Great, he's listed. I called, no answer, left my name, number and said I had his checkbook.
Then on with my ride!
Three hours later, it's dark. I called again and the wife answered. I explained myself, and she's SHOCKED! Husband comes on the phone, didn't know he lost his checkbook, asked where I found it, etc. I knew he'd be more comfortable and I would be more believable if he came to my address.
I knew his style. I expected him to have a ton of questions for me and reward money in a sealed envelope. Probably $20-$100. I'm not taking the $$. How do I decline, because I know we'd be out there
"Take it. I want you to have it."
"No thanks."
"I said take it."
"No thanks."
aud nauseum.
I got me a GREAT idea!
The guy arrived at my place 15 minutes later in a nice truck. Sure enough, about my age, stable, solid citizen. Questions where I found it, confused how it got there. Methinks it slid off his dashboard as he made a left turn.
Sure enough, there's that sealed envelope. I turned it down, he's adamant, will throw the envelope out of his window and drive away.
"How about if you stick this in the Salvation Army red kettle when you see one at Christmas time?! Donate it in my name." I responded.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a puzzled manner. "Oh yes."(That GREAT idea came to me while I was waiting for him.)
He felt good. I felt good. We shook hands and he drove away.
I told my wife about it later. She said that with her being unemployed, we could've used the money.
I told her that with her being fired from her job, we needed kharma more than $$.
Anyone have a story?
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Honey, it's just a bicycle. and i REALLY need it to excercise, and to ride it to work.(hehe)
So I parked by twin-engined monster and dodged a few cars to retrieve it. I was on my way to McD's and Home Depot, so I stuffed the book in my pocket and motored on. In fact, I dropped the checkbook in HD and a clerk picked it up for me.
"Sir, ya dropped your checkbook."(coulda been VERY incriminating!)
When I got to my bike, I opened the checkbook for owner's information. Name, address, no phone number. Thumbing thru the book I realized this guy is LOADED! Check amounts were very large, probably a guy my age and ethnicity, homeowner, retired, stable.
So I call my daughter, who finds his name in the phone directory. Great, he's listed. I called, no answer, left my name, number and said I had his checkbook.
Then on with my ride!
Three hours later, it's dark. I called again and the wife answered. I explained myself, and she's SHOCKED! Husband comes on the phone, didn't know he lost his checkbook, asked where I found it, etc. I knew he'd be more comfortable and I would be more believable if he came to my address.
I knew his style. I expected him to have a ton of questions for me and reward money in a sealed envelope. Probably $20-$100. I'm not taking the $$. How do I decline, because I know we'd be out there
"Take it. I want you to have it."
"No thanks."
"I said take it."
"No thanks."
aud nauseum.
I got me a GREAT idea!
The guy arrived at my place 15 minutes later in a nice truck. Sure enough, about my age, stable, solid citizen. Questions where I found it, confused how it got there. Methinks it slid off his dashboard as he made a left turn.
Sure enough, there's that sealed envelope. I turned it down, he's adamant, will throw the envelope out of his window and drive away.
"How about if you stick this in the Salvation Army red kettle when you see one at Christmas time?! Donate it in my name." I responded.
"Are you sure?" he asked in a puzzled manner. "Oh yes."(That GREAT idea came to me while I was waiting for him.)
He felt good. I felt good. We shook hands and he drove away.
I told my wife about it later. She said that with her being unemployed, we could've used the money.
I told her that with her being fired from her job, we needed kharma more than $$.
Anyone have a story?
__________________
Honey, it's just a bicycle. and i REALLY need it to excercise, and to ride it to work.(hehe)
