I made an additional quick trip to the grocery yesterday. I paid for my purchases and headed for the door. As I went to put the shopping basket back with the others, I noticed a nut bar still in it. That's odd, I thought, and I put it in my bag with the others. Heading out the door, I realized, wait a minute, if it's in the basket it didn't get rung up, and if it didn't get rung up, I just shoplifted it from the store, and I'm not comfortable with that, and they probably have security cameras. I could get arrested for stealing a nut bar.
I turned around and went back into the store and gave the nut bar to one of the store's assistant managers who was standing right inside the door, near the customer service desk. He happened to be a young man who had cheated on a vocabulary quiz in ninth grade and cried when I conferenced with him in private about the incident. We have greeted each other civilly several times in the store during the past few years. "This got left in my shopping basket, so it can go back on the shelf," I said. He smiled and gave a big nod and said, "I'll take care of it."
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