Money, money, money, money.
After lunch today, I showed Human Encyclopedia a dollar bill that was given to me as change the other day.
Obviously, someone unaware of the laws regarding U.S. currency, or even of the rules of grammar and spelling, took it upon themselves to start some kind of chain letter on this poor dollar bill. The writing reads, “ST Lazareth Anyone who Ree this bill will be bless with lots of money If they write This saying on 10 other Bills [sic].”
H.E. shook his head. “If you have 10 other bills to begin with, then you’re blessed with a lot of money.” Anyway, I didn’t continue the chain and write on other dollar bills, but it seems as though I’m blessed regardless of that:
Later, we went to see a movie, and right after the movie, as the lights came on and the credits played, I spotted a bill on the floor across the aisle. H.E. got a nudge in the ribs from me as I pointed, and without saying a word, H.E. went over and picked it up. It turned out to be $40 and some change, and we found ourselves in an ethical dilemma.
Should we turn it in? Or should we keep it?
If the found money had amounted to only $1, we would have kept it without any qualms, but it was over $40. The person who dropped the money was already gone, and no one seemed to be coming back to look for it. Would he come back later and ask the management at the theater if any money was found? Better yet, if we gave it to the management and no one claimed it, would they keep the money? If so, does that mean we, who found the money in the first place, wouldn’t see that $40 again? Hmm…
Surely, the person who lost the money would discover the loss later, just as H.E. has done countless times. It’s some kind of karmic, cyclical phenomenon that money goes through daily. “I’ve lost forty or fifty dollars once,” H.E. said. “It just happens every now and then.”
I nodded sagely. “I’ve lost a twenty once when it fell out of my pocket.” Not only that, but I’m giving $50 away on my site. So perhaps it’s good karma coming back around to me.
We fell silent a moment. Then H.E. decided, “Okay. God has given us this money. Let’s go have dinner on Him at the Canaan Buffet.” So we did, and it was good.
I mean… what else can you do with found money except enjoy it, right? Or should I thank Saint Lazareth?