I had to stop and get gas last night. So I pulled into the station, and it about broke my heart to pump $3.17!!!!-a-gallon gas into my car. Jeezus. I remember being shocked the first time gas went over $1.00 a gallon. I also used to walk to school uphill both ways in the snow, but that's a story for another day.
Anyway, I went inside, forked over a bunch of money, got my change, and was walking away, folding up the money and putting it in my wallet, when I noticed that the cashier had given me five bucks too much change.
And I stood there and thought about it. Gas is so effin expensive these days. The kid didn't even notice he'd given me too much change. He was already waiting on somebody else. I could walk out to my car, hop in, and drive away, five bucks richer.
Then I turned around and headed back to the register. The kid had this look on his face, like, "uh-oh, she's going to bitch that I shorted her on her change". Then I explained what had happened, handed him the five, and he thanked me about fifteen times.
I am a GOOD PERSON, dammit! Despite what my family says. Although there was that moment of temptation.