Ingratitude
Grandad September 29th, 2008
I went for a couple or three pints last night.
It was a pleasant evening.
At closing time, I was finishing my pint, and Pullit was going around collecting glasses when he found a bag under the bench in the corner.
We examined it, and found that some tourist from Canada had left it. We knew they were Canadian, because all their stuff was there. There were passports and other documents, money and their return tickets. They had even left their credit cards. Some people are very careless.
We pondered this for a while, over another pint. Normally, we would divide the spoils and leave it at that, but we both agreed that Canadians as a species are harmless enough, so we decided over another pint to do the decent thing.
This morning, I nipped down to the post office and posted the whole lot back to their home address. I took enough of their cash to pay for it, so I wasn’t out of pocket.
I’m proud of myself. I felt good. I had done a Very Good Deed.
I just had a phone call from Pullit.
The Canadians have just turned up and are furious that the bag has gone back to Canada.
I can’t get over the ingratitude of it.
You wonder why we shoot tourists here?
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