I find human nature amazing. On one hand, I look both ways before turning onto a one-way street. On the other, I trust others to recognize those white and yellow lines on the asphalt define a lane in which they will drive.
Of course, if I see a penny on the street, I’ll pick it up. If change falls from someone’s pockets when they’re searching for something, I’ll hand it back to the individual.
The other day, while taking the dog on his early morning walk, I found an apple charging line.
It was there, laying in the gutter, obviously having fallen out of someone’s car or bag. But there were houses up and down the street and no way to identify to whom it would have belonged.
Apple charging lines aren’t cheap (I know because our cat ate one of ours and we had to replace it). And clearly there wasn’t a way to discover to whom it belonged.
So what did I do?
I draped it over the mailbox closest to it in the hopes that whoever lost it, might visit their friends again and find it.
But three days on, and it’s still there.
The owners of the mailbox didn’t claim it. The other dog-walkers/exercisers in our neighborhood didn’t claim it. So now I wait to see how long it will sit there and wonder if it’ll match the months that a set of keys perched on a fire hydrant waiting for whoever lost them to find them again.
Until next time