I work at a thrift store. I process donated clothing. I was processing as usual on Saturday after lunch as I always do and found old passports and airline tickets and an old Cingular bill. I threw that all away. I found some Wells Fargo envelopes and was about to throw them away as well, but decided to have a look. Something in those particular envelopes felt hard like folded paper. That's exactly what I thought it was. I looked anyway. And do you know what I saw? You wanna guess? Go ahead and guess. I always wondered what I would do in this situation. Read on to find out what happened and what I did about it.
I found lots of money. I started to count it. I lost count after $2,000. There were 7 envelopes that had $1,000 each in them. I was speechless. I told the store manager what I found. She brought two other people in her office with us. She counted the money while we all watched. I was dumbfounded. I could barely talk.
The store manager made a few phone calls. I had told someone about the plane tickets and Cingular bill. Someone fetched them out of the garbage and brought those back to the office. The store manager called the police. We went back to work. The police came and talked to me for a few minutes. He picked up the money.
Evidently the policeman called whoever's name was on the plane tickets because they came by later and donated more stuff and to say "thank you" to me for finding the money. They even gave me a reward for turning it in.
I admire people who do that type of thing and always wondered what I would do if I was ever in that situation. Now I know.
I found lots of money. I started to count it. I lost count after $2,000. There were 7 envelopes that had $1,000 each in them. I was speechless. I told the store manager what I found. She brought two other people in her office with us. She counted the money while we all watched. I was dumbfounded. I could barely talk.
The store manager made a few phone calls. I had told someone about the plane tickets and Cingular bill. Someone fetched them out of the garbage and brought those back to the office. The store manager called the police. We went back to work. The police came and talked to me for a few minutes. He picked up the money.
Evidently the policeman called whoever's name was on the plane tickets because they came by later and donated more stuff and to say "thank you" to me for finding the money. They even gave me a reward for turning it in.
I admire people who do that type of thing and always wondered what I would do if I was ever in that situation. Now I know.
8 comments:
Hey, that was MY money!! I must've left it in my pants before I dontated them. I demand that the cash be returned IMMEDIATELY!!
Sorry, didn't find it in a pants pocket.
Hey LL
I'm not surprised that that's what you did :) Good on you!
btw your job sounds interesting. I'm about to donate a bunch of stuff. I've had it in a box for ages just haven't found the time to deliver it. Some books, a few CD's, some jumpers (Sweaters), a few nick nacks
RM
HI RM. Hopefully its good stuff because we get a lot of junk people donate. Some of its good and some of its bad.
So, Lambie, how much money did he give you?
$100. I'm going to a safety meeting Wednesday of next week where the big wigs work. I'll be rewarded hopefully some more.
I dropped it off yesterday :D Big good-feelings-rush. And yeah - I made sure I only picked stuff that I thought was good and usable that I just didn't want or need. I should really do another box sometime.
That was a good thing you did, RM. I'm proud of you.
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