# When doing the right thing pays off! Share your stories

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/when-doing-the-right-thing-pays-off-share-your-stories/843294>\
**Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\
**Created:** [November 11, 2019, 4:38pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/when-doing-the-right-thing-pays-off-share-your-stories/843294 "2019-11-11T16:38:24Z")\
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**Author:** ![Annie-Xmas](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/ecc23a/32.png) [@Annie-Xmas](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Annie-Xmas)\
**Post date:** [November 11, 2019, 4:38pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/when-doing-the-right-thing-pays-off-share-your-stories/843294/1 "2019-11-11T16:38:24Z")

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I’m a store cashier. Last week I found $66 in bills on the customer’s side of another cashier’s station.

The following thoughts ran through my brain:

1. What if this came out of her register?
2. What if it’s a customer’s change and they dropped it?
3. Call the night manager, which I immediately did.

I gave her the cash and told her I found it, making sure another cashier saw me do it, and that my name was in the incident report. Then a fourth thought hit me: I am being recorded at the register at all times.

Anyway, that was a week ago and no one showed up to claim the cash. So yesterday the store’s owner came in, gave the money to me, and said “You are a person of integrity.”

Not only do I get to keep the cash, but I scored some points with the owner. How cool is that?

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**Author:** ![Chefguy](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/chefguy/32/138_2.png) [@Chefguy](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Chefguy)\
**Post date:** [November 11, 2019, 7:02pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/when-doing-the-right-thing-pays-off-share-your-stories/843294/2 "2019-11-11T19:02:21Z")

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My father had something similar happen. He was a bartender at the Anchorage International Airport in the 60s. Passengers left stuff at the bar all the time. Once, it was a Zeiss-Ikon Contaflex 35mm camera. My father turned it in and eventually it was given to him. Nice camera for the time.