Wisdom of the Ages

I was at the grocery store last night. I finished up at the register and put my wallet back into my purse, preparing to pick up my bags of groceries.

The cashier yelled out, "Whoa there goes a dollar! Is that yours?"

The bagger and I looked at a dollar bill that had just fluttered to the floor at my feet.

"No," I responded. "I paid with my debit card."

We all looked up and saw a woman almost to the doors who was stuffing money back into her wallet. The bagger yelled, "Wait!"

The woman turned around while the bagger retrieved the dollar and asked if it was hers. It was.

Just then the cutest, littlest, oldest lady in all of California came shuffling by, holding on to her grocery cart. Her chin barely cleared the handle but she had clearly watched what had just happened. With a gleam in her eye, she said in her ancient-wise voice, "It's a good thing she found somebody honest."

And she kept rolling on by.