Even though I packed leftovers for lunch, my gut told me to get Arby's instead. I went there with a ten dollar bill, ordered a sandwich and a small fry, and received a ten and four ones in change. Of course, I didn't notice this until I was back at the office. I am now wrestling with the ethical dilemma of returning the cash or pocketing it, and thanking my good karma. Unfortunately, something tells me that if I keep it, I'm daring karma to bite me in the ass. I also don't want anyone to get into trouble -- I picture a stern discussion with the manager, with horrible allegations of stealing nine dollars; the cashier crying into packets of Horsey sauce.
Honesty will win out yet again, but at least this time it made for a fun little lunchtime story.
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