A wayward wallet returns
By Stan Monroe
I have been visiting Washington over the past few days. On
Sept. 25 Sept. 24, my wife and I — hot and a bit tired after touring the Capitol — flagged down a taxi for the return trip to our hotel. While I was paying the fare, I put my wallet down on the back seat. Then I got out, absent-mindedly leaving the wallet behind.
Shortly afterward, I realized what I had done. I hadn’t taken note of the name of the taxi service or the driver’s name. I was dejected.
Believing that my wallet was gone forever, I started calling my bank and credit card companies, but the front desk clerk called my room, saying, “A cabdriver is in the lobby with your wallet.” I rushed downstairs, and the driver was standing there. He told me that another passenger found it on the back seat. After delivering that passenger to his destination, he looked at the photo on my driver’s license, recognized me and drove back to my hotel. Nothing was missing. I tried to give him $100, but he refused to accept it, so I prevailed upon him to take a little money for his time and effort, which he reluctantly did. I was so overjoyed that I again failed to ask his name or the name of the taxi company.
Being from the Midwest, where the common view is that this city is full of unscrupulous people, I wanted to use this forum to publicly thank the driver and his company, as well as the unknown passenger who found the wallet. Thank you!
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