I just gotta tell this story. About three weeks ago, my wife and I took a taxi to the local train station. I paid the guy about $20 plus a $5 tip. Last night, our doorbell rang and there was a taxi in the driveway and who turned out to be the driver at the door. He asked if it is was I who went to the train station three weeks ago. When I admitted it was, he took out a $20 bill and said that two of these brand new plastic Canadian twenties had stuck together and he was returning the money.
I stared at him in disbelief. He said the money didn’t belong to him and he had to return it. On his own time and with his own gas, I might add. When I was able to close my jaws, I told him that such honesty had to be rewarded and he should think of it as a gift. It was his turn to be incredulous, but he said that he felt it did belong to him. We shook hands and wished each other a good evening.
