Decided to take the family out for dinner. Had some cash lying on my dresser and for some reason decided to take a Hundred Dollar Bill to pay for our meal. Folded the bill and stuffed it in my pocket, got the family in the car and off we went.
We enjoyed a pleasant dinner together. The check came. Reached in my pocked and fished around for the Hundred. Couldn't find it. Checked the other pockets. Hmmmm wasn't there either.
I rationalized that I must'v intended to put the money in my pocket, got distracted and didn't. Pulled out a credit card, paid for dinner and made a mental note to find my Hundred wherever I left it at home.
Finally got home, looked for the money, but couldn't find it anywhere. Oh well. Money has a way of getting away from me even in the best of situations. I try not to let it get me down.
About an hour later I get a call from the restaurant. It's the Manager.
He tells me the waiter, a college-aged guy, found a Hundred Dollar Bill under our table after we left, and wondered if it belonged to us.
I aksed how they got my phone number. The manager told me that he called the credit card company and asked them for my telephone number. I thanked him for going through all that trouble, Then I admitted that I was short a Hundred bucks. I wondered to myself, "who wouldn't say they lost it?"
Anyhow I was reunited with my $100.00, and gave the waiter who found it a second nice tip, and a great deal of respect. When I got home I wrote a letter to the chain's management telling them my story and suggesting that they find a way to recognize these lovely people for their exceptional honesty.