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Yesterday, on the way home from work, I saw something laying in the street. I stopped my car and walked over to pick up a wallet. Inside there was no money but there were credit cards, drivers license, bank cards and some union papers. I put the wallet in the car and drove home. Got here and called information to dial the number (because I couldn't find it in our local phonebook). Got the number, called at 6:00 am (and felt bad about it because it was so early) and talked to a woman who informed me that the owner of the wallet was in St. Lukes hospital and about to undergo surgery and would be in ICU. I offered to mail the wallet to the address on the ID and she said thank you and said to add my return address and they'd send me some money.
I said, "No thanks. That's not necessary."
We ended our conversation. A while later she called back and said, "Where did you find the wallet?" and I explained it to her. She said, "Are there any bars around there?" and when I said yes, several she just laughed and said thanks.
Well, in the afternoon while I was sleeping the phone rang again. I answered it, kind of groggily and the guy on the other end said, "Will?" and I said yeah. He asked if he has woken me and I said yes. He apologized and I said that was OK. And then he started to tell me who he was. It sounded like a sales call but I didn't hang up like I normally do.
Then he said he was the father of the guy whose wallet I found and how much he appreciated the fact that I was returning it and insisted that I give my return address on the envelope because he wanted to send me something.
I said the package was already in the mail and the address was on there and he said thanks again.
Now I feel weird because I really DON'T want them to send me anything. I didn't do it to get something in return.
OK, enough early morning whine. Time to get some food.
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