So I pull in to the Central Market parking lot this past Tuesday and I was pretty sure that was a woman's wallet I was about to run over. Huh? I stopped, of course, picked it up and proceed to a parking space.
I start looking through the wallet, feeling a bit intrusive, I see her license, I see we go to the same doggy day care, I check the name ... I'm just looking for a phone number, a business card. Found one.
Check the name real quick, put on my glasses to read the phone number and dial. As I begin to hear her voice mail intro I notice the business card in my hand is for a store that is right in front of me. Oh, excellent! She works right here.
I march in, ask for MJ (not her real name), I see she is running around a bit frantic, I overhear someone say the word wallet, I announce I have it. What a super relief for MJ ... she checks it real quick to make sure everything is there (it should be, there's no way it could have lasted more than a couple minutes in the middle of the parking lot).
She tries to pay me. She's trying to stuff a few $20 bills into my pocket.
I anticipated this.
I refuse. Say she would have done the same thing.
I hand her my business card. She says "you're a Realtor?" I say "I'm a very good Realtor." And "please keep me in mind if you know of someone who needs a good one." She looks me in the eye, pauses, shakes her head slowly and agrees that that would be a nice way to thank me.
New business? Maybe. A good day? Definitely.
Lost wallet ... pay it forward.
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