Honest Driver
The Honest
Driver
by
Austin
Mitchell
I can’t seem to remember the bus
number. All I remember is that when I came of the bus in Half Way Tree my
wallet was missing. I don’t think the transportation depot had been completed
at the time. In all likelihoods I had alighted on Eastwood Park Road. I can’t
tell you how much money it was except to say that it was a substantial amount.
In my wallet I had two credit cards and my debit cards plus other important
cards like my driver’s licence. I kept thinking that if my credit cards fell into
the wrong hands I would be in serious trouble. At the time there were
substantial amounts on both cards.
The next day I reported the loss of my
cards to the bank. But in the afternoon my wife phoned me saying that my wallet
had been found. I got a telephone number to call. It was one of the bus
company’s drivers. We met in Cross Roads the next evening.
He told me that somebody had found the
wallet and handed it to him. He also said that at least three persons claimed
to know me. They requested that he hand over the wallet to them and they would
deliver it to me.
The most insistent of all was a woman
who came off the bus in Meadowbrook. When he asked her how old she thought I
was. She said that as far as she knew I was in my thirties. The driver said he
laughed but she exited the bus very angry with him. I thanked the driver and
gave him a small reward for his honesty. After all, my wallet was intact and
nothing was missing. The End.
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