Monday, July 28, 2008
I never thought a 7-year-old would sum me up so well.
I'm no angel, but at the same time, I'm no scum. Aside from getting caught leaking on the street the night of my homie Jesus' bachelor party last year, I haven't gotten into much trouble since my teens. Still, to this day...it's fun to do bad things and I love doing hoodrat stuff with my friends. I definitely still have somewhat of a juvenile streak in me, but I usually keep it under control. I'm not sure I can recall the last time I did a hoodrat thing...well, maybe recently telling Farnsworth Bentley he had some nerve for putting out that "Everybody" video qualifies.
But the bottom line is, I'm never a hoodrat when it counts. If somebody drops something, I give it back. If the cashier gives me too much change, I give it back. I guess I've been piling up good karma points. This weekend, I was walking towards the turnstile at the Jamaica Van Wyck station in Queens, lost in my Amy Winehouse, when I pulled my blackberry out. Two steps later, some good samaritan, taps me on the shoulder and hands me $40. I'm assuming the doe fell out of my pocket when I pulled my phone out. And my reaction time was so slow, I don't even think my thank you was grateful enough. Shoot! As crappy as the economy is, I wouldn't mind finding 40 beans, unless I knew who it belonged to of course.
What about you guys? Do you usually keep the money, or give it back? Have you ever lost money somebody and had a good samaritan save your day?