Thursday, March 16, 2006

The ATM Gods Smile At Me

File this under: This Never Happens To Me

I went to the ATM in the lobby of my office building around 10:30 AM or so and there was $40 sitting in the dispenser. I looked at it. And then I looked again. And then I looked around to see who was looking at me. And then I looked at it again.

My first thought was, "Sweet, free money!" And then I thought of some poor yutz who either didn't get all of his money out of the dispenser, or was too busy in conversation or otherwise sidetracked and just forgot to take it. So I did what I think was the right thing.

I went to the security guard in the lobby and gave her my business card and told her I found money in the ATM, and if anyone came to her and reported either being shorted by or not getting money from the machine, to have the person contact me and I would give them the money. She asked me how much it was and I didn't tell her, but I would give it to the person who gave me the correct amount. If I didn't hear from anyone by the end of the day, the money would be mine. I figured it was good karma.

Five o'clock came and no call, so I kept the money. And now when I pass by the ATM, whether I am making a withdrawal or not, I glance over just in case.