rev0lver
Come On Die Young
So, I've been thinking about this all day. My Mom's on my side, my Dad's kinda not saying much about it which probably means he's against it but doesn't want to say it haha.
So last night I was driving to the grocery store. It was about 8pm so not too many people were there. When I pulled in a parking space I noticed something sticking out of the driver's side door of the car parked across from me. When I got out, I saw it was a $20 bill, and two more 20's were sitting on the ground next to it. Being the good little christian boy that I am, I went up to the car and memorized its license plate so I could report it to the store before it gets stolen.
When I got in I went up to the customer service counter. No one was behind the counter but there was another man there waiting to get a lottery ticket. He was about 55-60, a little scruffy, and had some pretty old-looking clothes. He made some small talk with me and seemed like a pretty nice guy. Getting tired of waiting, I said to him "you know, there's $60 laying on the ground outside". I led him out and showed him where it was and he took it. He was extremely thankful, telling me he was down to his last $5 and it was like a gift from God.
When I was done shopping I went back to my car, and when I got in I saw the car's owner walk up and get in the car with the money. It was some skanky looking college girl (the car had a WVU sticker on it). She was searching around the car and her purse so she obviously knew something was missing. I thought, that guy probably needs the money more than her, but it still feels like stealing. It was kinda her fault for dropping her money like that (I really don't know how that happens), but am I just justifying something bad to myself?
So last night I was driving to the grocery store. It was about 8pm so not too many people were there. When I pulled in a parking space I noticed something sticking out of the driver's side door of the car parked across from me. When I got out, I saw it was a $20 bill, and two more 20's were sitting on the ground next to it. Being the good little christian boy that I am, I went up to the car and memorized its license plate so I could report it to the store before it gets stolen.
When I got in I went up to the customer service counter. No one was behind the counter but there was another man there waiting to get a lottery ticket. He was about 55-60, a little scruffy, and had some pretty old-looking clothes. He made some small talk with me and seemed like a pretty nice guy. Getting tired of waiting, I said to him "you know, there's $60 laying on the ground outside". I led him out and showed him where it was and he took it. He was extremely thankful, telling me he was down to his last $5 and it was like a gift from God.
When I was done shopping I went back to my car, and when I got in I saw the car's owner walk up and get in the car with the money. It was some skanky looking college girl (the car had a WVU sticker on it). She was searching around the car and her purse so she obviously knew something was missing. I thought, that guy probably needs the money more than her, but it still feels like stealing. It was kinda her fault for dropping her money like that (I really don't know how that happens), but am I just justifying something bad to myself?
