The beach townhouse that I am privileged to reside at is owned by a very special friend. My parents and Sabrina's parents were best friends.
I was one-year-old toddling around when my mom answered the door. Sabrina's mom had just moved in and knew another toddler was romping about (very THIN ceilings). Since she had a three-year-old (Sabrina at the time) and pregnant, she decided to introduce herself. They were the best of friends from that moment on. So Sabrina and I are like first cousins.
On Wednesday she had asked me to do her a favor and take her to the bank. She didn't feel like riding her motorcycle. Surprising, she doesn't fit the biker-babe at all. She's refined, cultured, and beautiful. Anyway we stopped off at my favorite fast food place. I LOVE burgers and I craved a BK. Of course, Sabrina just had an iced tea and rolled her eyes.
I relished my burger, fries, and shake, (BAD MICHAEL! My last hurrah... It's grilled chicken and salad now.)
We jumped into my car and had a leisurely ride to the bank about twenty-five minutes. In the parking lot of the credit union, Sabrina shrieks and I nearly jump out of my skin.
"What the —"
"Where's my purse." She frantically looks for it under the her seat and then the back seat. No purse.
She left it at the BK. I had to hand it to her, after the initial shock, she remained relatively calm for a woman int this position. Not only did she have thousand of dollars in checks to deposit she had over three hundred in cash. Not to mention credit cards, etc.
Her silence unnerved me. I remembered an EA story I had posted a few months ago, so I tell her about a person from Wyoming found a wallet loaded with cash and credit cards. This person sent the wallet back intact to AUSTRALIA.
She glared at me. "This is Florida, not Wyoming."
Breaking all speed limits we made it back to the BK. I barely stopped and Sabrina jumped out of the car.
A minute later, Sabrina exits the BK. With glazed, she looked stared into space as she walked toward me ... with purse in hand.
She opened the door. "The manager found it. Everything is here and she wouldn't accept a reward."
I turned to her. "Go back inside. Get her name and write a letter to BK's corporate office."
She smiled, patted my leg, and stepped back inside.
At least an hour had gone and an honest person found it.
SO, as I always say, there are EA'S around us all. If you have an EA story, please leave it in the comments section or email it to me directly. It pleases me so to post these stories. In the harsh times we live in, it is comforting to know that kind people are still among us.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone.