I did a good deed today.

Sunday, I rode the Blue Line light-rail train to Long Beach. When I put my plastic shopping bag on the floor, something fell off the electrical box underneath the seat in front of me.

It was three sets of blank checks.

I mailed them to the address on the checks this morning, anonymously.

Interesting thing, though. The city on the address was:

Dublin, CA 91784

But the lady at the Post Office checked that Zip Code and said it was for Upland, CA. So I changed the city to Upland. So it’s possible those checks will never return to their owners, and end up in the dead letter office. I guess that’s better than someone less honest than I finding the checks and writing themselves a fat one. OTOH, I think the machines that read addresses only read the Zip Codes and ignore everything else in the address. (Humans handle the remainder of the sorting, right?)

I bet the checks were ordered on the phone, but the person at the bank mistook “Dublin” (which is in Northern California) for “Upland,” (which is in Southern California).

I’ll probably never know what happens, though.

Question: For how long should I pat myself on the back? :wink:

Let’s see, if we factor in the anonymoty, the effort to get the correct town name, and the resistence to write yourself a nice fat one, oh, but then there’s bragging about it to the SDMB (the best deeds are the one no one knows about), so, let’s see, it works out to, a total of 37 seconds.

37 seconds oughta do it.

Too late.

You know that you’re probably going to hell for not double checking the address, right? You should have put a return address on the envelope just in case. And were the checks signed? Cause they were probably useless. Oh, just kidding about the going to hell thing.

There’s also a Dublin, CA 94658
according to the USPS website.

Too many possibilities!

In any case, you did a good deed. Are you willing to affirm under oath that you didn’t keep even one of those checks? (accusing stare)