I work in a group home for developmentally disabled adults. Today I was at the Illinois State Fair with three of our residents. At one point during our day they needed a break, so I found a nice picnic table in the shade and sat them down while I went to a nearby stand to buy sodas for them. As I was digging through three envelopes, trying to dig out each guy’s money to pay for their sodas, a fairgoer pulled up next to me on his motorized wheelchair. He stuffed a $20 bill into my hand and told me to pay for the guys’ sodas and to keep the change.
Before I could respond the guy had already motored off.
Per the guy’s wishes, I bought the three sodas, which came to $9. I told the residents what had happened (that a nice man had bought their sodas for them), and that since they didn’t have to pay for their sodas they had more money for popcorn or souvenirs (which, FTR, nobody would wind up buying). There was much rejoicing. I pocketed the remaining $11.
The angel on my shoulder says I should have given the change to my boss back at the group home to put into the generalized fund from which we pay for the residents’ activities.
The devil on my other shoulder says that the extra $11 is essentially a tip, given to me by a random stranger (who specifically told me to keep the change) who was impressed by the job I was doing (though the job didn’t directly involve him).
What say the Teeming Millions?