I lost my Fendi sunglasses on Friday while bargain hunting at Filene's Basement.
I called the store again yesterday just in case someone turned them in and when the lady told me they had them, I squealed. I felt like Scrooge on Christmas morning. I wanted to hug strangers on the street. I bought Godiva chocolates for the nice lady in Filene's customer service because I felt I couldn't show up empty handed.
And, when I walked into customer service, there was my angel behind the counter but as I walked toward the counter, I almost tripped on something. To my right, slumped over in a chair, was a man. He had long gray, stringy hair and was wearing a dirty coat, dirty pants and dirty sneakers. His pants were mid-calf and I caught a glimpse of his skin. It was red and peeling. And, I have to be honest, he emitted a horrible sour smell.
So, one second after I almost tripped over this man, I uttered the following words:
I think you have my Fendi sunglasses.
Customer service: Yes, we do. They're right here.
Me (clapping my hands): OH! Thank you Thank you Thank you!!
Me again, remembering the chocolates I brought: These are for you. Merry Christmas!!
Customer service: Thank you! Merry Christmas!
Then, I turned around and saw a security guard walk toward the man, show his badge and say "You have to leave."
While I'm grateful today,
1/ to the person who returned my sunglasses
2/ and the lady in customer service who has morals and didn't keep them for herself,
I've been wondering if I should have given the chocolates to the man in the chair or if I should sell my sunglasses on Ebay and donate the money to a homeless shelter. I don't know. I will do something but in the meantime, I am grateful that I will be spending Christmas ~
3/ far from hungry and
4/ with my family.
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