money, money, money
I was on an errand to the back in town to deposit a large rent cheque into my back account. However, I dropped into Tesco on the way, got some food and was just stuffing the receipt into my wallet when, unbeknownst to me, all my cheques and money fell on the floor.

I started walking up the street towards the bank when a flushed looking businessman tapped me on the shoulder and said 'excuse me, but i think something fell out of your purse'. I ran like the wind back to Tesco, and started crawling on my hands and knees at the entrance trying to find this elusive cheque and my bus pass and whatever the hell I had in there. I panicked and ended up in tears, frantically searching the floor. After 10 minutes and tearful phone call to my mum, the business man, whom up to now I considered my saviour, came back in, and asked rather bashfully 'erm, did you lose any money ?'. More stressed out at the possibility of losing this cheque, I sobbed ' I don't know, ten or twenty quid, i can't remember...'. He bashfully said ' well..erm.... this must be yours then', slapped a tenner in my hand and ran away.

I rememberered later on that day that I had actually got £40 cashback from the till prior to dropping it all on the floor. So even though some nice person handed in my hefty cheque safe and sound, I couldn't get over the fact that the fat old business man, who surely wasn't short of a few quid, couldn't resist lying to and stealing from a crying girl. Twunt.
(heartspark, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 16:54, Reply)