Today I was robbed. At least I think I was robbed. It certainly feels like I’ve been robbed. Something that is rightfully mine was taken and I feel a tremendous sense of injustice. Except that the whole thing was really my fault, so I feel a tremendous sense of stupidity as well.
I had stopped at a petrol station to buy some snacks for the kids on route to my parents’ holiday house on the coast. I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d just let the kids stay pekish or eat the two week old cheesestiks I’d found in my bag. But no, I didn’t want them to feel the faintest growl of hunger for the long, long ninety minute drive – I mean, god forbid they should do something with their mouths other than chew – and so I stopped at the station.
I headed first to the ATM to withdraw some cash, then made a beeline for the biscuit aisle to grab some Shapes. (And no, I’m not proud of having bought my kids Shapes, but I’m not proud of anything that happened this morning, so there’s no real discordance.)
Within a few seconds of picking up the Shapes I realized I’d forgotten to pick up my cash. I’d withdrawn $200, which isn’t a massive amount, but it’s not small change, either. I raced back the three metres to the ATM to grab my cash which was still waiting in the machine for me. Except that it wasn’t waiting at all.
It had gone.
I couldn’t believe it. I had been gone for all of 45 seconds and my cash was gone. Where the hell was my cash?
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These days, when I lose something (even something valuable, like my old iPhone), or someone steals something from me, the main thing that I focus on is the hope that the person how found or stole that thing is poorer than me, and obtains extra utility from it than I would.
I may also feel angry, or annoyed... but after a while, that's a bit of a tiring thing to feel.
Back it the nineties the atm's at some banks spat your cash out first and you had to press a button for the card. I accidentally left my card in the machine activated and the next person accidentally withdrew $500 of mine. Luckily they rang my bank, got my number and I went to their place to get it back. They were so nice they even made coffee and afternoon tea!
Lots of great people out there!