Thank you for your good heart

Evidently, I did my good deed for the day. I went out to check my mail, and laying at the curb by the mailbox was someone's debit card. I'm pretty guilty of not knowing my neighbors. I do know the name of the guy that lives on the other side of my wall which is actually sort of an accomplishment. I've lived here for over seven years, and he's the only neighbor that I've shared walls with here that I can say that about.

I tried to look up the name in the phone book to see if I could pin point if it was anyone around, and called the only entry in town that it seemed it could be as it wasn't a popular last name. Evidently this lady is pretty popular though because I got the wrong number. I was told lots of people try calling there for her. I apologized, but explained my reason for calling. "At least you're honest about it. Don't you go giving it to anyone that might use it."

Next call was the landlord. "The only person I know it could be would be one of Joe's women," she says. She actually only knows about Joe's women because I was guilty of telling her about his women. I don't think Joe's home right now, so I skipped going over there.

So, I call the number on the back of the card. As I'm doing so, I think, "OK, if this card was stolen and used, and then I pick it up, am I at some point going to be investigated?" Maybe it's because I've been reading a book about an FBI agent that I think that.

Have I ever told you how much I hate automated phone systems? Well, I do. After pushing "0" from my touch tone phone about 10 times, I finally get a, what was the term for it, online banker? That sounds like an Internet term, but anyway. Let's just say, there's no button to push for being a decent human, trying to report a found debit card lying in the street.

Have you watch the new TV show "Outsourced" where all of the people at the call center are from India? Well "Andrew Smith" or whatever his name actually was is not taking his calls from Alabama, that's for sure. I explain my reason for calling. Shock. "Thank you for your good heart," he replies. They did take my name, but not my phone number if I come under investigation. "So, do I cut this card up now?" "You can do that."

"Thank you for your good heart," he again says as we end the call. I'm glad that someone contends that I have a good heart. In a short text conversation with a counselor friend of mine, I asked him if he wanted to take on my issue of hatred. I'm pretty sure he made up an excuse to not go further into that with me.

But going back to the good heart thing, does it really take someone with a good heart to report a found debit card? ...Sorry had to answer the phone there for a minute, but you didn't realize I paused in my thinking. My cell phone was ringing, someone from the American Cancer Fund or maybe it was the heart fund. I don't know, I interrupted them with the question, "how did you get my cell phone number?" They promptly apologized and took my number off the list. Maybe that's further proof of my not good heart.

Anyway, back to reporting a lost card, is it really that shocking that people would actually do that? Maybe this world is really more out of whack than I thought. Or maybe people would just cut it up and figure that it was the person that lost it's problem to just call and report it stolen.

That's my train of thought of the night. Do with it what you will.