I returned a man's bank card today. There was never any doubt what would happen. But for a moment, the thought was placed in my head (perhaps by the devil) about taking some money.
I walked up to the ATM only to find that the previous man left his card with the words on the machine asking if I would "like another transaction". I have a honeymoon to pay for, a wedding reception coordinator who loves to nickel and dime by the hundreds and at the end of the thought, there was always only one thing to do. Return the card to the man.
So I ejected the card and ran after him.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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