On Tuesday I went to the cash machine in Carnforth. I had a lot of things on my mind and was admittedly a little distracted. I left the cash machine and dashed off on my next errand. Then I left to do my next errand and it was then that I realised I had taken my card from the cash machine but left the cash. What a plonker!
There was a huge queue inside the bank and I had an urgent appointment to get to so dashed off thinking I could kiss the money goodbye. When I got home I rang the bank and, after a lot of mithering on a complex 'press this option blah blah blah' system (35 minutes actually), I eventually got through to a very helpful person in their Carnforth branch. They explained the procedure for these situations and I left them my number.
Yesterday morning I got a phone call from the bank telling me that my cash had been handed in and I could call into the branch and collect it.
It's easy to become cynical about people, and the world in which we live, but that little episode has really helped to restore my faith in human nature. A great big thank you to the honest person who handed in my cash and, assuming he/she doesn't read this blog, a note of thanks is on its way via the bank who have promised to forward it for me.