A year or so ago, staying at a hotel in PA, I left money on the bed and when I got back it was on the table. Next morning I left double on the bed, and found it on the table. Same routine every day until I checked out. I wonder who ended up with the money, whether the maid kept it or turned it in?
The thought of some pimply faced 19 year old, assistant to the assistant night clerk, spending it to woo his sweetheart, doesn't displease me, any more than an exhausted single mom buying her pride and joy a toy on the way home.
This is my reward, I can imagine a very small gift making someone happy for a brief snapshot in time.
