You are a Millionaire
Feeling crushed, you force yourself to pick up the wallet and tap the nearest guy.
"Excuse me," you say, tapping a tall man in black. He turns around and you see that his hair is slicked back, made greasy by gel. "Um. Is this wallet yours?" you ask nervously.
The man pauses for a moment, staring at you. "Yes," he says finally, taking the wallet. "Thank you. But...I don't understand. You are so honest! Why did you return the wallet? I didn't realize it had slipped out, and probably wouldn't have until I left the mall."
"Well..." you trail off for a moment, thinking. "I...my own wallet was stolen, so I felt like if I stole YOUR wallet, well...you know," you finish awkwardly. The man looks surprised. "Your wallet was stolen?" he asks suddenly.
"Yes," you say, embarrassed. "I should have kept a better watch over it, I know..."
"No, that's not why I asked," the man says. "I was just curious, because my daughter was holding a wallet that wasn't ours when she came to me and my wife. We think she stole it." He shakes his head, amused. "She's such a mischeivious little girl."
You suddenly feel hopeful. "Was the wallet your daughter was holding...was the wallet, by any chance, a dark green color?" you ask.
"Yes! Is it yours?" the man asks, pulling your wallet out of his pocket. You feel flooded with relief. "Yes!" you say joyfully, taking it from him. "Thank you so much!"
"I'm so sorry about my daughter," the man apologizes. "It's fine, really," you say, and it really is, now that you have it back! You rush back to the swimsuits and buy one. Then you walk happily out of the mall. It pays off to be honest!
Congratulations. You are a millionaire--again!
"Excuse me," you say, tapping a tall man in black. He turns around and you see that his hair is slicked back, made greasy by gel. "Um. Is this wallet yours?" you ask nervously.
The man pauses for a moment, staring at you. "Yes," he says finally, taking the wallet. "Thank you. But...I don't understand. You are so honest! Why did you return the wallet? I didn't realize it had slipped out, and probably wouldn't have until I left the mall."
"Well..." you trail off for a moment, thinking. "I...my own wallet was stolen, so I felt like if I stole YOUR wallet, well...you know," you finish awkwardly. The man looks surprised. "Your wallet was stolen?" he asks suddenly.
"Yes," you say, embarrassed. "I should have kept a better watch over it, I know..."
"No, that's not why I asked," the man says. "I was just curious, because my daughter was holding a wallet that wasn't ours when she came to me and my wife. We think she stole it." He shakes his head, amused. "She's such a mischeivious little girl."
You suddenly feel hopeful. "Was the wallet your daughter was holding...was the wallet, by any chance, a dark green color?" you ask.
"Yes! Is it yours?" the man asks, pulling your wallet out of his pocket. You feel flooded with relief. "Yes!" you say joyfully, taking it from him. "Thank you so much!"
"I'm so sorry about my daughter," the man apologizes. "It's fine, really," you say, and it really is, now that you have it back! You rush back to the swimsuits and buy one. Then you walk happily out of the mall. It pays off to be honest!
Congratulations. You are a millionaire--again!
