A lovely exception. I’ll, however, continue to underestimate the kindness of strangers. Or properly estimate as the case may be.
Steph
9 years ago
This is great. It reminds me of when I was stupidly riding my bike in the UDistrict with my tiny chain purse on the handle bar. I didn’t notice that the purse strap broke, dumping my wallet in the street. A woman (from Capitol Hill, even) found it, found my friend’s number inside, and called her to let her know to tell me she had it at her place and where to pick it up. This was years ago, and I’ll never forget how grateful I was to her.
Dod
9 years ago
The one time I brought a found bag to the East Precinct the officer looked at me, absolutely emotionless and said, “What are we supposed to do with it?” It had credit cards and other valuable items in it. I responded, “I’m just trying to do the right thing.” He took it, reluctantly and I left.
The guys who have to staff the front desk, or God forbid the phone, never seem to be the happiest sort. Perhaps they’re being punished?
Kevin
9 years ago
I found someone’s phone there during a snowball fight this last winter. I put it in my jacket pocket and asked around if anybody was missing a phone (and whether they could describe it). Eventually a friend of the owner called and directed me to a very relieved lady who described the phone’s case perfectly. Doing the right thing doesn’t always take so little time and energy, but it’s an investment in your community, and is always worthwhile.
That was my phone! Would it be too weird if I called you my snow angel?
NT
9 years ago
YAY! It’s little things like this that restore my faith in humanity.Thanks for the story. This just brightened up my day. It’s nice to know cap hill isn’t completely filled with thieves, and thugs.
One time
9 years ago
One day a few winters ago, I lost my wallet in the snow on 10th. A middle-aged couple found it and asked their daughter in Kentucky to try to find me on Facebook, because “that’s how young people find each other nowadays.” The daughter finds me (my unusual name helps), I call the ‘rents, I reunite with my ID and credit cards, and to this day I’m still marveling.
A lovely exception. I’ll, however, continue to underestimate the kindness of strangers. Or properly estimate as the case may be.
This is great. It reminds me of when I was stupidly riding my bike in the UDistrict with my tiny chain purse on the handle bar. I didn’t notice that the purse strap broke, dumping my wallet in the street. A woman (from Capitol Hill, even) found it, found my friend’s number inside, and called her to let her know to tell me she had it at her place and where to pick it up. This was years ago, and I’ll never forget how grateful I was to her.
The one time I brought a found bag to the East Precinct the officer looked at me, absolutely emotionless and said, “What are we supposed to do with it?” It had credit cards and other valuable items in it. I responded, “I’m just trying to do the right thing.” He took it, reluctantly and I left.
Sigh.
The guys who have to staff the front desk, or God forbid the phone, never seem to be the happiest sort. Perhaps they’re being punished?
I found someone’s phone there during a snowball fight this last winter. I put it in my jacket pocket and asked around if anybody was missing a phone (and whether they could describe it). Eventually a friend of the owner called and directed me to a very relieved lady who described the phone’s case perfectly. Doing the right thing doesn’t always take so little time and energy, but it’s an investment in your community, and is always worthwhile.
That was my phone! Would it be too weird if I called you my snow angel?
YAY! It’s little things like this that restore my faith in humanity.Thanks for the story. This just brightened up my day. It’s nice to know cap hill isn’t completely filled with thieves, and thugs.
One day a few winters ago, I lost my wallet in the snow on 10th. A middle-aged couple found it and asked their daughter in Kentucky to try to find me on Facebook, because “that’s how young people find each other nowadays.” The daughter finds me (my unusual name helps), I call the ‘rents, I reunite with my ID and credit cards, and to this day I’m still marveling.
Thanks to all your retweets, I was able to find the person who found my purse and thank them!