So I was in Morrisons supermarket in Bangor this evening and found a ten pound note on the aisle floor. Well I thought about it for a few seconds and decided I would hand it in at the till and they could maybe put an announcement out or whatever. If it had been on the street, fair game, finders keepers, but this is a smaller contained space and I’d like to live in a place where if I dropped ten quid in the supermarket I would find someone had handed it in and I would get my much needed cash back. But the reaction was a bit bemused, I think they thought I should have just pocketed it, anyway I sort of pushed them to take my name and number so that if after a few days it is not claimed I get 10 lovely Earth pounds! Of course they might just pocket it and tell me it was claimed..perhaps by a mysterious figure in a cloak whose thin voice seemed to echo from the distant reaches of aeons dead space (make you lies entertaining people!), or someone who has lost ten pounds, just not that particular ten pounds, might end up with it (which sort of works out anyway). I’d just like to think that the loser of the cash has a chance to get it back and that they are in need of it. Probably though it will be a tight fisted millionaire who will get it back, put it towards some champagne which he sips with his pals as they applaud Cameron’s plans to create a new slave underclass.
I did afterwards ponder should I have kept it but put it to good use (other than me) say the Mae Tao Clinic donation page [Please put “Cylcone Nargis Disaster Relief” in the ‘Purpose’ field].
Or the Raytheon 9.
Should I have appropriated it? Hmm, but that runs the risk of some poor old lady dying of starvation perhaps (in this imagined dramatic and perhaps implausible scenario, or worse her poor little kitten, oh no I killed a kitten!) or a millionaire being slightly less obnoxiously rich. Hmm. So without enough information to concretely assess the hierarchy of need I passed the buck (tenner). Although looking above it’s hard to say sending it to the Mae Tao clinic would have been a bad move, I think starvation and disease in a military dictatorship beats even the kitten and the old lady in rich old Britain. Hmmm. Although ownership would say I don’t have the right to make that decision, but that’s capitalists for you. Although if the loser of the money does go and ask if they had any money handed in at the supermarket and they actually get it back maybe that incident of honesty and social karma will inspire them to do something splendid with the cash. Further it will reassure them the country is not overrun with grasping Thatcher’s children and this will help them not to succumb to self-absorbed consumerism in this neoliberal Hellhole. Or it’s the millionaire, who is also probably a paedophile, fan of Ayn Rand and majority owner of a mercenary company currently torturing people to death wherever America will pay them to. Dammit!