Thank You Mystery Man

My grandma went shopping yesterday and as she always does took "the food purse" with her. 

N.B The food purse is a red leather purse with a strap attached so you can wear it like a handbag. At the beginning of each week Grandma, Mum and I all put in our respective contributions for the week and whenever someone needs to buy food or house products they take the food purse ( I tend to take some money out and transfer it to my wallet because as chained to societally defined gender roles as this makes me, I just feel silly wearing a shiny red purse/handbag thing).

Anyway, while she was ambling through the neon aisles of our local Coles, possibly hypnotised by the post-Christmas musac, the latch on the food purse failed in such a way as to let all the money (a few hundred dollars) fall out silently onto the cold white floor.

Grandma only noticed the truancy of the grocery funds when she went to pay at the check out. I wasn't there, but from the way she described it to me and knowing my grandmother she would have been seriously panicking. 

She told the checkout girl that she'd be back and frantically checked all the aisles for the money.  It wasn't there, she looked everywhere and couldn't find it.

She returned to the checkout and explained her bad luck to the girl serving her. The girl commiserated with her saying how terrible it was to lose that much money but said maybe she should check with the front desk just in case someone had handed it in.

Not expecting any luck Grandma went up to the cigarette counter, and would you believe it, they had her money. A young man had handed it in. It was all there to the cent.

He didn't leave any contact details so we had no way of thanking him. It would be a pretty huge co-incidence for him to read this blog, but either way, I still wanted to thank him.

So thank you mystery man. What you did was very good and kind. People like you make the world a better place.