Everyone seems to want to give me money today. When I came out from the LRT station at KLCC to go to work, I found three ringgit on the ground. “Finders keepers,” I said to myself as I picked up the bills and kept them in my purse.

After breakfast at San Francisco Coffee with Premala, I went to the ladies washroom. Inside the cubicle, on the tiny shelf for women to put their personal belongings, were three smacking new fifty ringgit bills with that fresh crisp smell of money. You can imagine my surprise seeing them there. There was no one in the restroom except me. “To take it or not to take it?” Those thoughts ran through my mind. My initial decision was to leave it there, for the original owner to pick up when she remembers it.

“Wait, … if you don’t take it now, some other dishonest person is going to, and all because you were Ms. Goody-two-shoes.” Sigh. Put it in my purse, I did. I feel a little bit like a criminal, but someone has to be one sometime. Is that any justification for taking a huge sum of money like that? *shrug* Who cares, huh?