…or The Story of St. Bob
So, I’ve told this story to pretty much everyone in “real life”; I guess it’s time to pass it on to cyberspace…
I did a little Christmas shopping on Sunday. First, stopped and filled up with gas, then ran to Target to pick up wrapping paper and bows and so forth. But when I went to check out, my credit card was gone. I went through my purse 3 times there at the register, went out to my car and checked on the floor and under the seats, then left my bags in the car and went back into the store to ask at the Service Desk if anyone found it and turned it in. No such luck. I left my name and phone number there, then went and checked at the gas station to see if I’d dropped it after I paid at the pump. Not there and no one had turned it in inside either.
So, when I got home, the first thing out of my sisters’ mouths is “Did you lose your credit card?” Turned out that they got a call from a policeman (Cook County cop–the aforementioned St. Bob) who’d picked it up next to the gas pump when he stopped to gas up on his way to work and then tracked down my phone number from Directory Assistance. When I got hold of him, he offered to come over and drop it off (I thought that was a little too far out of his way, though), but we ended up meeting at a nearby White Hen about 15 minutes away for me, but nearly half hour for him, so he drove about an hour round trip solely to do a favor for a complete stranger who can’t keep a credit card in her pocket (he suggested the place, or I would’ve picked one closer to him).
Everybody’s been griping about rude and unhelpful people lately, so I thought it’d be nice to share some more positive experiences. Anyone else had a St. Bob in their life recently?