For a while, after we moved into our house, we received mail for the previous tenants. That's pretty typical, and we tried our best to send it on it's way. But, long after the normal misdirected mail window, I came home from work one day to find a gorgeous gift basket on my front step. I realized quickly that it was not for us, but for the people who had moved out over a year before. Now, I knew what the right thing to do was. But, soon enough, the little devil appeared on my shoulder and told me that I could take that goody-filled basket inside and no one would ever have to know. However, the damned angel on the other side made me take it to the rightful owner, who happened to work right down the street.
I was recently presented with a similar dilemma and reluctantly let the angel direct me yet again. Damn me and my overactive conscience. Sometimes, doing the right thing really sucks!!