mhendo, I’d say that even caring about whether or not you’re a bad person, when you’re 300 bucks richer, exempts you from being a bad person.
I once worked in a restaurant that was a pretty big tourist trap. One night, a very nice man came in to eat, and left. About an hour later, he came back, wondering if anyone had found a white envelope at his table. We escorted him to the table (a booth, actually), and the people now seated there were kind enough to get up so that we could check thoroughly for the envelope.
We didn’t find it.
I offered to take his name and number, and call him if it turned up, but he said nah–he hadn’t figured the envelope would still be there, and was from out of town, anyway, so he wouldn’t be able to come back and claim it.
Well.
At the end of the evening, as the busser was doing a thorough cleaning of the booths, he found the envelope wedged way down between the cushioned seat and the seat back. He handed it to me (completely unaware that there had been a man in looking for it earlier), and I gave it to the manager.
It had almost 300 bucks inside.
But we had no way of contacting the guy.
So we (the manager and I) split the money. Really, he wouldn’t have had to share it with me, since I had no idea what was in it when I handed it over, but I think he was looking to absolve himself of a little guilt.
So, after giving the busser a HEFTY tip-out (though I didn’t tell him why, because the manager figured that two people could keep a secret better than three), I headed over to my (then-) boyfriend’s house and offered to take him out for a late-night dinner.
Since I was usually broke as a joke, he was suspicious.
“You don’t have any money,” he said.
“I do NOW,” I said, flashing my wad-o-cash.
The bad part of the story? Because I was the bookkeeper at this restaurant (in addition to being a hostess/server), my boyfriend thought that I had stolen the money from the day’s cash deposit (he often gave me shit for neglecting to take advantage of the opportunity to pinch off a little cash for myself via my bookkeeping duties).
And he was proud of me for it.
Before I could explain where it had come from, he grinned, “That’s my GIRL!” and gave me a big hug. :eek:
When I finally DID get the story out, he was disappointed–but he still took me up on the free food.