Conference turris::womannotes-v2

    Is it really that rare?  There was a man recently who returned money
    from an armored truck.
    
    Long long ago in another land, I was given $400 by my bank when
    I cashed a check for $300 on a Saturday morning.  It took almost
    45 minutes in line to get back to the drive up window to give it
    back.  
    
    Bud

    
    
    Several months ago (during a time when I was really short on money,
    wouldn't you know God would pick that particular point in time to
    test me :-)....I found a $50 bill on the floor in the grocery store.
    
    As I did my shopping, I debated (that is, wrestled with my conscience)
    about keeping the bill vs returning it.  Ultimately, my belief in
    "what goes around comes around" and "what you do comes back threefold"
    won out and I turned in the money.
    
    Still waiting to win the lottery :-)
    
    Deb
    

    A friend of mine found $5 on the street a few weeks ago.  He checked
    around to see if he could figure out who'd dropped it.  When he
    couldn't guess at the owner he donated the $5 to a group helping
    battered women.
    
    Then he wrote a letter to the editor of the local newspaper explaining
    what he had done so that (hopefully) the person who lost the money
    would know that it had gone to a good cause.
    

    
    	My fiance had cashed in some stock and put the money into
    	a CD....A while later we needed the money for something
    	so he cashed in on it.  But the girl who was handling it made
    	a check out for $5500 instead of $2500.  We of course told her
    	and she thanked us profusely for she may have lost her job
    	or at least gotten a warning if we had decided to be dishonest
    	and cashed it in as $5500.
    
    	JJ
    

    My dad once, was paying for a prescription, and the check-out person
    charged him $5.00 instead of the correct price of $25.00.  He didn't
    notice it until he got home and was looking at the reciept.  So, he
    turned around and went back to the store, and showed the girl her
    error, and tried to give her the $20.00.  She refused to correct her
    mistake, because to do so, she would have had to ask the manager how to
    make the correction on her cash register, and was afraid she would get
    in trouble.  

    
    	There was a time when I wouldn't have corrected a monetary error
    	in my favor.  Now I'm a firm believer in what-comes-around-goes-
    	around and Karma, and I always point out the error.  
    
    	I'd feel too guilty if I didn't, and that kind of guilt *burns*.
    
    	One of these days I'm convinced I'll be rewarded for my honesty!  
    	(Hear that, O Fate?)
    
    	Carla
    

    After I left the =wn= party at Ann's, I stopped at the Dunkin
    Donuts shop on Route 30 for coffee for the longish drive home.
    I gave the guy a One, and he gave me back $9. I didn't think
    much about it; I just figured I must've given him a Ten. But
    when I got out to the car, I thought, "Waitaminute, I'm sure I
    gave him a One." I checked my pocket and noted that I still had
    a Ten (how I knew that I only had one Ten is complex and irrelevant).
    So, I went back in and explained the problem. He opened the
    register, saw that indeed there was a One sitting on top in the
    Ten's slot, and accepted the nine dollars back with a grateful
    thank-you. He *did* look at me strangely, though, as if he couldn't
    figure out why anyone would want to give back "free" money.
    
    --- jerry

    	Mom always taught my brother and I to be honest, and that
    	we should return something that came into our possession
    	but didn't belong to us.
    
    	Back in '69 or '70, I got my check from the factory and
    	went to the bank for a coupla money orders and some
    	cash. After I got the money orders and the teller gave
    	me my cash, I had more cash than the original amount of
    	the check. Because I went through the drive-through, I
    	was already outside. I walked over to the manager's
    	window (he was my sister-in-law's uncle) and tapped on
    	it. He looked up, smiled, opened the window and asked
    	me what I wanted. I explained the "problem," and we
    	worked out the problem.
    
    	A coupla Xmas's ago, I was walking in the Mall of NH and
    	a fella walked out of a store and dropped a wad of money.
    	I ran up to him, indicated the money on the floor, and
    	told him he dropped it. He picked up the wad, and thanked
    	me profusely.
    
    	Scott

    	RE: 890.8
    
    	Yes, I'm a writer, and I shoulda known that "I" should
    	be "me" in the first sentence.
    
    	My brain (and everything else) is frozen today.
    
    	Scott

A year or so ago, the ATM gave me an extra bill ($10 or $20).  I was pretty
confused for a little while, trying to figure out what to do with it, then just
called them on the handy dandy phone and they said they'd deduct the extra from
my account.

A few weeks ago my husband received a medical insurance payment for about $400
more than it was supposed to be. (a long story how they got confused, but...)
He called them up to tell them about the error and have them do what they had
to do to fix it.  The person on the other end wasn't very cooperative and asked
him to send copies of all his paperwork as evidence to support his claim that
he was overpaid!  He refused, and eventually talked to a supervisor, who is
getting things straightened out and will send him a bill.

Jill

    A few years ago I cashed a check and found myself with too many
    twenties.  I returned to the teller and said, "Excuse me, there's been
    a mistake."  She said, "We do not make mistakes!."
    
    It must have been a gift.  :)  I didn't ask if they made gifts,
    though.
    
    ed

    This doesn't exactly pertain to the base note -- but it warmed my heart 
     and made me feel good  . . .

    My grandparents are celebrating their 65th wedding anniversary next week,
     which is special by itself -- their **choice** of celebrations????



                               A  DANCE
 

     They are sponsoring a town dance (Nashua, Montana, population 98 -- if 
      you're in the neighborhood, drop by);  my grandmother (86 years young)
       will do the polka and the schottisch (sp?) and the waltz with my
        90 year old grandfather.



     I hope that all of us are ***wanting to dance*** when we're 90 ish.     
    

      Barbi    
         who won't be there this time

    That's great!  I wonder if my grandmother (79) will be there . . .
    she never misses a dance she knows about!  (She's in Whitehall,
    Montana, population around 700 on a good day.)
    
    --bonnie