WolfCypher
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I was walking home from work tonight for my lunchbreak. I live about ten minutes away from my job and I get an hour. On my way, I found a woman's black wallet on the ground. I've found many wallets and purses lying in the streets before and usually their empty; plus it just looks tacky being seen pickig up stuff like this on the streets. But its dark, and I wanted to humor myself. So I open the wallet. First thing I see is at least a hundred dollar bill in front of more money.
I quickly put the wallet into my pocket and continue home. Once there I open up the wallet and check the contents. There was easily over $400 inside. I lucked out. Then I saw the rest of the contents. The wallet had an ID of a woman named Jessica and it included her address. She lived, literally, in the building behind me. It also held her insurance card, social security card, and other important, identity-theft-worthy items. And stil the $400+.
It took me twenty minutes to decide what to do with this. I constantly argued to myself (in a low voice) whether to keep the cash and ditch the rest, or be a good person and return the wallet intact. Even when I began my trip to her apartment, I still stopped and went back home to further think things over. I was very torn between getting away with a decent sum, or doing the right thing. I really wouldn't have lost sleep over keeping the cash.
After wasting a good portion of my lunch contemplating, I finally, FINALLY commit to returning her wallet. After a eight minute walk (at the time, I didn't realize her building was the one behind me, so I walked in a huge circle for nothing), I arrive to Jessica's door.
I knock. A little girl comes to the closed door. "Who is it?"
I give her my name and ask to speak with Jessica. TWO minutes it took for Jessica to come to the door. She asks who it is. I give her my name and tell her I'm tryig to return her wallet that I found. She sounds confused, as if she didn't even know her wallet, ID, and money was missing. She hesitates to open the door, and when she finally does, she holds out her hand. I hand over her possessions. She looks at it for a few seconds, and in a very dry, nonchalant, almost "whatever-ish" tone, simply says "thanks", and closes the door.
At no point did she sound sincerely happy about what just happened. Her facial expression was very stoic and uncaring. As if she didn't appreciate the act that just happened and that she was spared some serious money and identity problems. Just like that, with very little emotion and graditute, she closes the door and I'm standing there seriously trying to figure out "wtf just happened."
And I wasn't expecting a reward (why bother when I could have just kept the money). But a hug? A handshake? A "Oh, my god! Are you serious?!" A more sincere "Thank you"? A simple smile?! Was that too much to ask considering I could have benefited from this person's loss?
This experience has really been bugging me all night. I didn't even finish my tasks at work because I was too preoccupied by the replaying of these events in my head. It's bad enough I threw away free money, but worse still that this Jessica was so "blah" about having a more-than-decent sum of money, PLUS other important documents, returned to her. I honestly don't know what to expect from anyone who bothers to read through this wall of text. I usually don't bother typing anything like this. But it's killing me, and I know it shouldn't...
I quickly put the wallet into my pocket and continue home. Once there I open up the wallet and check the contents. There was easily over $400 inside. I lucked out. Then I saw the rest of the contents. The wallet had an ID of a woman named Jessica and it included her address. She lived, literally, in the building behind me. It also held her insurance card, social security card, and other important, identity-theft-worthy items. And stil the $400+.
It took me twenty minutes to decide what to do with this. I constantly argued to myself (in a low voice) whether to keep the cash and ditch the rest, or be a good person and return the wallet intact. Even when I began my trip to her apartment, I still stopped and went back home to further think things over. I was very torn between getting away with a decent sum, or doing the right thing. I really wouldn't have lost sleep over keeping the cash.
After wasting a good portion of my lunch contemplating, I finally, FINALLY commit to returning her wallet. After a eight minute walk (at the time, I didn't realize her building was the one behind me, so I walked in a huge circle for nothing), I arrive to Jessica's door.
I knock. A little girl comes to the closed door. "Who is it?"
I give her my name and ask to speak with Jessica. TWO minutes it took for Jessica to come to the door. She asks who it is. I give her my name and tell her I'm tryig to return her wallet that I found. She sounds confused, as if she didn't even know her wallet, ID, and money was missing. She hesitates to open the door, and when she finally does, she holds out her hand. I hand over her possessions. She looks at it for a few seconds, and in a very dry, nonchalant, almost "whatever-ish" tone, simply says "thanks", and closes the door.
At no point did she sound sincerely happy about what just happened. Her facial expression was very stoic and uncaring. As if she didn't appreciate the act that just happened and that she was spared some serious money and identity problems. Just like that, with very little emotion and graditute, she closes the door and I'm standing there seriously trying to figure out "wtf just happened."
And I wasn't expecting a reward (why bother when I could have just kept the money). But a hug? A handshake? A "Oh, my god! Are you serious?!" A more sincere "Thank you"? A simple smile?! Was that too much to ask considering I could have benefited from this person's loss?
This experience has really been bugging me all night. I didn't even finish my tasks at work because I was too preoccupied by the replaying of these events in my head. It's bad enough I threw away free money, but worse still that this Jessica was so "blah" about having a more-than-decent sum of money, PLUS other important documents, returned to her. I honestly don't know what to expect from anyone who bothers to read through this wall of text. I usually don't bother typing anything like this. But it's killing me, and I know it shouldn't...
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