Wednesday, May 25, 2011

(421) Honesty

The other day my husband was waiting in a mall for his client. A lady walked past and pointed to a piece of paper next to his feet. He picked it up. It was a twenty dollar bill. As he was thinking whether he dropped the note while pulling his wallet out, a shop assistant told him that the note belonged to an Indian man looking at cameras opposite the passage way.

My husband, who is as honest as the day is long, walked over and returned the money to the rightful owner. But I was deducting, why did not the shop assistant call out to the Indian man before my husband practically stood on the note? Perhaps he was waiting for my husband to walk off so he could pocket the money himself? Pardon me for being suspicious.

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