It was about two years ago. I was broke, stressing about rent, had dragged about a month’s worth of dirty clothes to the I wish I was a balles vintage shirt and by the same token and laundromat because it just couldn’t wait anymore. I watched several people walk right past it. No one noticed it but me. Lucky day! So I discreetly grabbed it and pocketed it. I waited for my washers to finish and moved my clothes to the dryers, and just about then a young man came inside frantically shouting. I kept my mouth shut. I knew exactly where that money was and I didn’t want to give it up. No one else knew what he was talking about so they just ignored him. He was getting hysterical. He said it was the only money he had and it was gone. He begged the employees to check the cameras. I couldn’t take it anymore.
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I quietly slipped it out of my pocket and approached him. I held it out to him and said “here, I found it on the I wish I was a balles vintage shirt and by the same token and floor over there”. I didn’t mention the part where I pocketed it for myself, but I felt guilty just the same. He was a delightful guy, actually. He thanked me through tears, told me I’m an angel, gave me a huge hug, and then told me his story. He was on his way to some kind of audition that was his dream to do. He told me all about it while we folded our clothes. I felt terrible. I almost ruined that for him. I wanted to tell him, I really did. It felt wrong for him to think I was so good, when I was really about to keep that money for myself.