crossing the street by my apartment I found a debit card resting peacefully on the ground. I picked it up and put it in my purse. the next day I went to the bank it originated from to return it. the nice bank teller lady thanked me and I continued with my day. my mommy taught me that "honesty is ALWAYS the best policy".
a couple of days later, netter and I headed to the 'burbs to do some food shopping. the parking lot at the shopping center was packed so we ended up stalking a spot that was a little ways from where we wanted to be. I pulled our zipcar into the space, turned off the engine, grabbed my coat and purse and proceeded to open the car door. as soon as I looked down I saw a debit card literally right next to where I put my foot. what are the odds?
the next day I made a trip to a different bank to return the debit card. when I handed it to the business bank teller and explained where I found it, she looked at me incredulously and said "wow. thank you."
it makes me sad that a bank employee was shocked that I had returned this lost debit card. they probably deal with more stolen credit and debit cards then they get lost ones returned. that is truly tragic. if only people would treat others how they want to be treated...
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