So, last night myself and my sister went to pay a visit to The Granny. We hadn’t phoned beforehand so there was a bit of a lull between our two rings of the doorbell and actually being verified, identified and allowed in the front door. Luckily it wasn’t raining!
The Granny had had a bit of a shock yesterday and proceeded to tell us the whole story. Her being her, she can’t tell the short version of the story and even though it all occurred on Tuesday, the story began with a bag of spuds bought last Saturday. Don’t ask.
The short(ish) version of the story is this…new (shorter) opening hours at the post office meant that she had missed collecting her pension for the past few weeks and so collected a big wad of cash there yesterday.
The lovely lady in the post office wrapped it up in a money bag for her and she popped it into her coat pocket which buttons shut and off she went to the supermarket a few doors down to buy a few groceries.
When she got to the till she put her hand in her pocket – no money :O She had a small amount of cash elsewhere to pay for her few little things and then went to the information desk to ask if the money had been handed in. No such luck. At this point the lovely lady at the information desk calmed her down while helping her search through her things again, then whisked her off for a cup of tea – “a beautiful cup, you’d think they’d boil all the oxygen out of the water in that kind of a place but it was lovely!” – and went off searching several times for the money along the aisles etc. while checking back with The Granny to see how she was doing.
Eventually she was ready to leave and decided to head back to the post office one more time since it was now re-opened after lunch (must have been a long cup of tea!). She queued up again, got to the counter and explained her predicament to a different lady behind the counter, not sure if she had been pick-pocketed or dropped it or what. The lady leaned over to her co-worker, said something to him and he turned to The Granny and said “Oh it was YOURS was it?”
Apparently some young lad had picked up the packet of money in the post office and handed it in. The Granny reckons she thought she had slipped it into her pocket but may in fact have just dropped it on the floor. The pity is that nobody noticed while she was there and that they never took the name of the guy who handed it in either…she really wants to find out who he was so she can give him ‘a few bob’.
Moral of the story – be very careful what you do with big bundles of money and there are still honest, decent people out there 😉
Of course she wants to get rid of the coat and it’s matching scarf now because they are ‘evil’….