Jane and I were at the Goodwill… poppin’ tags, as Macklemore would say… We were looking for a denim mini-skirt to complete her eighties outfit for a dance that evening. I had gifted her a hot pink zebra print shirt that I actually wear from time to time. The friend that bought that shirt for me had offered her hot pink zipper earrings. We had found some hot pink leg warmers in her drawer (don’t ask… not sure). And she already had some black leggings. All we were lacking was a mini-skirt.
There’s actually an impressive collection of denim mini-skirts at the Goodwill, so we selected half a dozen and headed to the dressing room. While we were in there – with her groaning and complaining about how ridiculous she was going to look – we heard someone say her name loud and clear outside.
We froze and looked at each other.
“Did I just hear my name?” she asked as I struggled to unlatch the hook on the door. I poked my head out to see a building full of people looking back and forth in silence. I made eye contact with the woman behind the desk.
“Are you Jane Smith?” she asked. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t see anyone in the room that I knew. Who knew Jane’s name and why were they looking for her?
“Um, no,” I replied cautiously. “That’s my daughter’s name.” I pointed back into the dressing room.
At that, the woman held up Jane’s distinctive wallet. My eyes went wide as saucers. She had just gotten paid for her monthly chores that day, plus the substantial (for a teenager) pay she had earned over Spring Break. Apparently, her wallet had been in her lap and fallen to the ground when she got out of the car. Some kind soul had brought it in. They knew her name because her father writes her receipts for her phone bill payments to us, complete with her name at the top. And, fortunately, she stores those in her wallet.
As it was handed to me, another customer said, “There are still some good people in the world.”
I smiled and said, “I actually think there are still a lot of good people in this world.”
And then I closed the door and handed the wallet to my red-faced, slightly panicked daughter. That was a close one.