So I was in my favorite study room working on a project. The class is usually flooding with students and we generally leave our belongings here when we go take breaks, just like i did on receiving a business call from my Partner. I returned to the classroom and found a wallet lying forlornly on the floor across from my seat. I picked it up and placed it on the table, then took my seat.
"Flash back about 6 years ago, while i was studying in Nigeria. One fateful evening, I was bouncing back home and spotted a roll of mint cash begging for love on the stony walk way, I ignored it; as i have felt the pain of losing a loved one and didn't want someone suffering the same fate. I hoped its soul mate will retrace his/her steps regretfully and find it. A few steps forward and another bloke with a classic player demeanor, walking in the opposite direction picked it up. I was certain it wasn't his as he looked above his shoulder before claiming it. So I confronted him, as you'd expect, he claimed ownership. Then i requested to know how much he lost so that we can verify his claims. Obviously, he declined and made away with the money".
On remembering this event, I decided to pick up the wallet for safekeeping. It was stacked with a couple of 20Euro bills and a lot cards. The first one i drew was a meal card that had just the holders name, so i drew another one to place a face on the owner. Placed the cards back and left it sitting on the table. It was barely two minutes later and the owner walks in heading in my direction.
Him: Excuse me, please did you see a wallet in this area
Me: handing it to him, i ask, whats your name?
Him: responds correctly. Thanks me and walks away.
*Good people still exists right?...THE EN (not so quick)!
Boy walks in again after about 3 minutes, comes straight at me.
Politely asks if i have his recent Identification card because he can't find it in the wallet. I responded No, because errmmm..why would i?
Him: well i noticed its missing and the cards where not in their original position, so i figured you messed with the contents, so i thought i should ask.
Me: with a smile on my face explain that i did not "MESS" with the content, i sought out your identity so that i can return it to the right YOU.
Him: (now still fussing around) suggests i check
Me: (now pissed but collected) asks if his money is missing, he confirms "no", its just the card, then i school him a bit on choice of words (now speaking in his mother tongue for effectiveness), and his failure to apply logic. Then he thanks again and finally moves on.
I HOPE HE FINDS HIS ID CARD, and WE ALL BECOME MORE EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT.