Then end of a long week. I stopped at the grocery store on the way home to buy coffee. I’d used up the last I had at breakfast and Saturday mooring without coffee seemed unimaginable. I picked up a few other things, but too few to bother a cashier, so I wheeled my mini-cart over to the self checkout area.
No lines. Although I generally prefer the way products flow when I shakeout on the left, I opted for a machine in the right where there was more room. My head was slightly out of the game, thinking about how relaxed I’d be once I got home and into my comfy clothes. I pressed the button to begin and reached for the first item to scan when my attention was redirected elsewhere. Sticking out from the machine were 2 crisp twenty-dollar bills.
Someone had clearly asked for cash back, then neglected to take it.
I put my item back in the cart and took the money over to the store employee in charge of monitoring the self-checkout area. He came back with me, saw that I hadn’t begun the checkout process yet and typed in his code to see if he could retrieve a copy of the previous patron’s receipt. Thank goodness I hadn’t rung anything up. He got the receipt! He thanked me profusely, then went of to see what was to be done with found money.
As I continued checking out I thought about who might have left it behind. Maybe a single mom, maybe a veteran or a senior citizen. Maybe someone less needy. A 20 something planning a night of carousing. It doesn’t really matter, though, does it?
I know some people might think me nuts: “Finders keepers, losers weepers”. But it just didn’t seem to be the right thing to do. For the record, I slept well last night and not because it was the end of a long week.