Here are two examples:
1. Okay, remember the missing iPod that I found on Friday night and my attempts to locate its original owner via Craigslist? Well it didn’t take long for the responses to come in. The first couple were from folks who seem nice enough, that stated their case by describing the color and the playlist. When I responded with “sorry its not yours”, they all replied with “oh well, thanks anyway”, and even two folks said it was good what I was doing, which left really nice.
Well its a few days later and the general tone of emails have changed. Most are folks who knows its not theirs but want it anyway for a price. Many aren’t even bothering with proper punctuation or spelling, and a few are being assholes about me not wanting to sell.
For example, here’s one guy who sent me the following yesterday afternoon: “hey I know its not mine but most people who loose theirs never get it. so how much do you want”
My response? “Sorry, but its not for sale. I’m going to look for two weeks and if I can’t find the original owner, then its going to my girlfriend.”
Then later last night, he replied with: “come on dude I’ll give you an easy 100″
I never responded. And then this morning he wrote again with: “so you want the money of[sic] what”
My response? “Again, not for sale.”
And within five minutes, I got: “well your fucking stupid”
Am I justified in saying, what the hell?!
Last night another asked to buy it off me (also using the “hey, you’ll never find the original owner” line) and I again responded with “its not for sale”. And this person wrote back with: “That’s fucked up.” I don’t even know how to respond to that one.
2. Then there’s what just happened at the bank: I went to the check counter to write out a deposit slip when I noticed a bank card just sitting there. I picked it up and asked aloud “Hey, is did anyone forget their card?”
A guy in the line for a teller answered, “Yeah, its mine.” When I asked for his name, just to make sure of course, he became annoyed.
“I said, its mine!”
“Well, if it is, give me the name. I want to check.”
“I ain’t messin’ around, give me the fucking card.”
Right then, a woman also at the check counter began chiming in: “What’s your problem? Give him your name! You trying to be a thief?”
The guy wouldn’t relent and just began full blow cursing at me, so I decided to take the card to the info desk. When I handed it over to them, they explained that a card was reported missing earlier in the day, so that had to be it. Upon returning to the teller line, the woman asked whose card was, and when I told her it wasn’t his, she was hardly surprised. “Some people!” And then the guy went totally psycho, and started yelling at me again! And I just stood there, due to being in total shock. At least the woman got my back by stating “No one is honest anymore!” in a very thick Jamaican accent. But the guy just kept going at me, to the point that I thought he was gonna punch me… and the dumbass Citibank security card just stood there watching the exchange, and with his arms crossed, the whole fucking time. Finally, others started getting on his case, but that was because while in his fit of rage, he was completely ignoring the flashing light for the next available teller.
So yeah, you try to be an honest guy in the day and age, and you seem to only get shit for it. Also, I have no fucking idea why this shit only happens to me….
… Though upon telling my tale, a few coworkers shared comparative tales. Thank God they’re other honest people out there, as well as other firm believers that karma can be a real bitch sometimes, so it’s best not to mess with her.
