Friday, 15 November 2013
CAFES, COPPERS AND CASH - HONESTY ALWAYS PAYS...
A couple or so years ago, I was strolling along Gibson Street in the West End of Glasgow having just enjoyed a latte in The Offshore Cafe, when I spotted a wallet lying on the road between two parked cars. I went into a nearby restaurant to see if anyone had dropped it, but there were no takers, so I handed it in to a police station on the way home.
There was £175 in the wallet, plus two credit cards, so I knew they'd be reunited with their owner before too long. I was asked by the desk officer if I wanted a reward, but I declined - the owner might've needed the money to pay bills, and I'm a great believer in doing the right thing for its own sake, not for personal benefit. Yes, I know that probably sounds a bit pompous, but I assure you, I'm no saint - I do, however, aspire to honesty.
(And to be completely honest, I have to confess that my action wasn't altogether altruistic - it would've preyed on my conscience if I'd kept it and I'd have worried about the fates punishing me for my crime.)
Imagine my surprise when, some weeks later, I received a note from the police, informing me that the owner had left a reward for me of £50 - wow! He'd been advised that I wasn't looking for one, but he'd left it anyway. I can only imagine that he hadn't expected to see his dosh again, so felt extremely grateful that his expectations had proved unwarranted.
I felt grateful myself, of course, but even better than the money was the sense of perhaps having restored someone's faith in the integrity of his fellow man. I recall a previous occasion when I found £5 and handed it in to my local police station, only to lose £20 of my own funds the very next day. No, that wasn't handed in, but at least I got the fiver back in two months when it wasn't claimed. I was still £15 down 'though.
So is this post just to blow my own trumpet about my honesty? I'd like to think it springs more from looking for topics to write about and, in doing so, mining one's personal experiences to meet the constant need for material. As someone else once said - if you blog for long enough you'll eventually start writing about what you had for breakfast.
That reminds me of a great roll and sausage I had the other day, which I simply must tell you about - - h'mm, maybe not, eh?
Posted by Kid at Friday, November 15, 2013