I stopped by my local convenience store this morning. It’s a place at which most of the employees know me. That’s cool in this semi-anonymous world.
My wee purchases amounted to $8.73.
I tendered a ten dollar bill, and the clerk/assistant rendered me $1.27 in change, which I shoved into a pocket in my khaki shorts, rather than into my billfold.
When I got home I emptied my pocket onto my hall table.
A bit later I looked at this money. I saw not a dollar bill and change, but a ten dollar bill and change. This was too much, for I knew that I had spent only $8.73 using a ten dollar bill, and that my “change” should have been no more than $1.73.
So I raced back to the convenience store. The clerk/assistant who had waited on me was still at work.
I hastened to tell her that she had given me too much change.
She already knew this, and had “chased after me” (to no avail) as I had left the store
She was “tickled pink” that I had discovered her mistake, and had returned to her store to correct it.
I was also “tickled pink” - for if I had not so done she would have had these dollars deducted from her pay.
It was the right thing to do.
It was also a joyous encounter between me and a lovely young woman who “busts her ass” to earn an honest dollar