Lost
On Monday, I took the kids to pick up my paycheck. Ty opened the door for us and demanded “ladies first.” I reminded him to greet the people in the store, and he responded with a furrow brow and a deep “No.” But after bribing him with cookies from Wild Oats, Ty went up to one of the managers and shook his hand, “Good afternoon.”
I took my check and walked the kids to Wild Oats to enjoy bagels and cookies. Then we walked to the post office, picked up the one piece of junk mail, and headed back to the car. The little ones fell asleep (we walked across two separate strip malls) by the time I put the car in gear. We stopped by the grocery store to buy some stuff for Dad and then went home. I worked that afternoon.
In the morning, Dad asked me for my paycheck. And I could not find it. I looked in my wallet, in my bag, in the car, and even in Ty’s pockets. I spent the day wondering where the check could be. I called the music store to ask if I had left it there, but they said that I had taken it. And I remember putting it in my wallet. So where was it?
On Wednesday, between students, I physically retraced my steps and asked the managers of the places we visited if anyone had found a check. They said, “No,” in Wild Oats and at the post office. I drove to the grocery store, praying that it would be there. After asking a clerk at the customer service desk if anyone had turned in a check, she asked to whom the check was made. I was surprised because no other manager had asked me that. So my hopes lifted. She also asked the name of the party writing the check.
“Hey, Frank, do we have a check for Mom from Music Store?” she asked the guy in the back. I was in tears when she handed me the check. Wow, I may have dropped it out of my wallet when paying for groceries that Monday. I’m thankful for honest people – and having a unique name.
