Old dude guest came to the cafe counter today and paid for his meal with cash, fumbling through his wallet for ones and a $100 slipped out, but he caught it. Got his food, went to the table to eat. TM was behind him in line, looks down at the chips and produces a $100 bill and says "this was laying down there." Without thinking, I said "I know who that belongs to, thank you for being so honest" and went and gave it back to the old dude. And then cried inside a little bit a few minutes later, because if I had found that on a dark and lonely street, it would have solved all of my problems right now ($3.06 in my account until payday this Friday, spent $3 of that on the way home for gas to get to work tomorrow). Went home and pawned my sewing machine for $30 instead. Such is the life of honest people. He probably needs it more than I do. (But I did spend $8 of the $30 on a bottle of vodka, so there's that, lol) :/