When Money Floats

Every now and then, karma blows favorably in my direction. Once when I was swimming in the ocean, I spied money glistening in the sun, bobbing towards me. Twenty bucks landed in the palm of my hand. Yeah, that’s how it happened. Doubtful anyone would attempt to reclaim the cash, I accepted it as a gift. My lucky day. I was a kid, and I thought I had won the lottery.

It’s not everyday someone gives you twenty bucks. How do you think that would go over if someone decided to slap a twenty in your hand? First, you would probably hesitate, consider it, especially if you happen to really need it, but then you would probably outright reject it. No, I can’t. Even though twenty bucks doesn’t get too much these days, it still might seem a generous amount to receive and not pay back. If you do need it, you may not want to seem like a charity case. Of course, everything changes if your life depends on it. I’m not making light of that.

But what about a five spot? The other night, I noticed a five dollar bill on the grocery store floor. Hmm. Oh, money! I paused, and then picked it up. I couldn’t really ignore it. What if the guy who just passed me dropped it?

So, did he? I asked him.

“Did you drop five bucks?” I immediately tuned in to his tranquil, blue eyes.

With a smile, he laughed. “No. It wasn’t me.”

I was a bit disappointed, because the mystery of what to do with the five bucks was still in my domain. I almost wanted to just give him the money.

“What do you think I should do with it?” I asked him.

“You could return it to customer service,” he nodded in the general direction. “Or…you could keep it,” he whispered.

“I didn’t ask for options,” I mumbled and laughed, and walked toward the direction he indicated. Then I stopped in my tracks and analyzed the situation.

I could buy the gelato that was $4.99 that I passed on. Was this a sign? The Mediterranean Mint was calling my name. It could be extra gas money. I could give it to the store employee who once confided in me that she was hungry, and was even denied Rotisserie chicken, that on account of law, was thrown away on the premises even though it could have been good eats, for her specifically. Would she be offended if I offered it to her?

What if someone is wandering around in the store and is really missing the five bucks? What if his/her dinner depended upon it? I could wander the aisles looking for a person rummaging through his/her pockets. If I don’t find this person, I’m sure I could simply give the money to someone who needs it more than me. The free, lost money needs a home.

Or…I could turn it in at customer service.

My Libra mind disintegrates when faced with endless possibilities. Later at the register, blue eyes looked in my direction. “What did you do?” he asked.

So, what did I do? How do you think this played out? Want to take a guess? Do you think I have regrets?

Did I turn the money in to customer service? Did I track down the hungry employee? Buy gelato?

What would you do? Have you ever happened upon some mystery money?

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