Granted, it was my so-called contingency purse. I don't usually like to bring my important stuff like my IC out most of the time, but going out with no ID on me makes me feel nekkid. So I just use a small little purse to put some money, student ID and resident cards, things like that.
And I dropped it. So much for "contingency".
I kept berating myself for being idiotic, how could I have dropped it and so on. I only realised that I dropped it when I was walking through the cafeteria in search of my lunch.
And things only got worse.
I had a fifty ringgit note (yes, contingency again. I'm paranoid =p) in my bag, so I was like okay, I'm gonna use this to buy my lunch. And only when the lady had served me the chicken rice on a tray then she told me she didn't have change for fifty. Neither did any of the stalls in the cafeteria either. I was thinking, great, lost my purse and I'm going to have to starve today. (I could have borrowed from my friends, but those were just my cynical thoughts at the moment)
And then she just told me to take it, eat it and pay tomorow.
Truth to be told, I was a bit stunned. I mean, I could have just walked away with the unpaid tray, eat it and not pay her at all anyway. Apparently I look like I have a concsience, haha! I think it was the matter of trust I suddenly felt there. I know that it's a small thing, but somehow in this dog eat dog world, I felt like this lady was trusting me, a total stranger, to pay her back later without even hesitating.
Anyway I did borrow some change from my friend and paid erm, Chicken Rice Lady back a few minutes later.
With a tummyful of chicken rice, I went for lecture, feeling a bit down to have lost my purse. I was quite sure I had dropped it in some untraceable place, that my purse would be doomed to an eternity of lying on the ground, degrading, maybe left there by someone who took the purse, took all the money and tossed it back wherever.
Only to hear that someone had found it!
It was with student services. Apparently someone had found it lying around somewhere and brought it to the reception, who handed it in to student services. And, lo and behold, all my money, down to the last cent, and my cards were in there. I wanted to know who returned it so I could thank him or her, but the receptionist couldn't point me to anyone. I guess, thank you whoever it is.
It sort of just renewed my faith in humanity. Not that I don't believe that there are good people out there, but somehow some... evidence was very nice to know.
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