|Larry Jonas, man with a noteworthy superpower|
Larry’s married to Kristi. For many reasons, he’s her superhero. Larry is also the president of the town council (i.e, mayor) of the pretty little town of New Palestine, Indiana, where Kristi keeps a beautiful house and a lovely garden.
Sitting around their kitchen table, they shared this story, one that lends a bright glow to those small injustices all of us experience from time to time.
The Fast-Fingered Filcher
In a fast food restaurant, Larry placed an order. He handed the girl behind the counter a $20 bill. She rang it up and gave him back change.Larry said, “Excuse me, miss, I gave you a twenty. You returned change for a ten.”“No, you handed me only a ten.”“Not a ten, a twenty. You placed it under the drawer.”“It was only a ten.”“A twenty.”“A ten. Next customer, please.”“I’m not leaving until I receive the correct change.”She jutted out her chin. “If you don’t leave, I’ll call the manager.”The manager came out, wiping his hands on a towel. He inquired what the problem was.The clerk snapped her gum and said in a disparaging tone, “He gave me a ten but demands change for a twenty.”The manager looked at Larry. “Sir?”Larry said, “Under the drawer you’ll find the twenty-dollar bill I gave her.”The girl rolled her eyes. “Duh. That’s where we keep bigger bills.”“But if you look at that one, you’ll find the series date is 2006 and the serial number is IK-6952317-E.”The manager pulled the top bill from under the drawer. He stared at it in disbelief.“What was that number again?”“IK-6952317-E. Kind of a knack, see, I remember numbers. Also, someone scratched a pencil mark on the back.”The manager gazed at Larry in awe, then handed him the twenty. “Thank you for bringing this to our attention, sir. I’m giving your money back and your meal is on us. As for you, young lady…” He fired the petty purloining perp on the spot.
Ah, Karma! Don’t you love a story that turns out right?