BJ'S BLOG 02/19/16 "Jerk Returning Wallet"

February 19, 2016

Is there anything worse than losing your wallet? It’s bad enough that you might lose some money in the process, but what about your identification, or even worse…what if someone gets their grubby mitts on your credit cards? Losing your wallet is no fun, gang.
 
A man named Riley lost his wallet at a concert in NYC, but he was lucky enough to receive a package in the mail a few days later. The package contained his ID, credit cards, and various other items from the wallet. It also included a note from the sender, which Riley shared on Instagram:
 
‘I found your wallet, and your drivers license had your address so here's your credit cards and other important stuff. I kept the cash because I needed weed, the MetroCard because, well, the fare's $2.75 now, and the wallet 'cause it's kinda cool. Enjoy the rest of your day. Toodles, Anonymous.' 
 
Well, at least the guy’s not a complete jerk. Riley, for his part, compared his mysterious benefactor to Walter White from “Breaking Bad” – essentially, a guy who starts with good intentions, but whose decisions ultimately reveal him to be a villain.
 
Personally, I will admit that I haven’t always returned found money, but I always weighed out whether I needed the money I was keeping. I don’t roll like that anymore, but different decisions were made at earlier times in my life.
 
My wife recently scored some $100 sunglasses for a PENNY at Nordstrom, and that freaked me out a little bit. I’ve worked in retail, so I know that the bottom line serves a purpose in the greater scheme of a company’s success. The pricing was surely an error, and I was just sick over the idea that some poor cashier would be in trouble for this error.
 
True story: we fought about this for a month! Eventually, I browbeat her into going back to address this issue, and she returned with a real shocker…they really WERE a penny! It turns out that the glasses were supposed to be moved out of their store, and had been priced down to reconcile their exit from the store’s stock. It just so happened that this particular pair of glasses missed the proverbial bus, so the store let her keep the glasses at the price of ONE MEASLY CENT. As you might expect, the real price was paid…by me, after my wife came home.