Tonight's poll is similar to a little survey a local radio station carried out during the week.
Imagine you buy some random items from a shop, be it a corner shop or a supermarket or a fish N chips shop or even from Nabootique etc, using cash, the cashier by mistake gives you more change than you should have gotten.
The question is, will you say something being honest and handing back the extra change or will you pocket the lot and walk out the shop?
...or I will set this bloke on you:
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Ah that doesn't happen to me often but if it was something like 1-3€ i probably wouldn't bother ( and probably wouldn't even notice it)
But if i got something like 100€ i'd probably be too shocked to do anything and the cashier would notice something is wrong
If I did, it depends. If the cash register made the mistake, (which they do sometimes) it could actually get the cashier in trouble for messing up the till. So I might mention it, but I'm not that good at quick math anyway.
If the clerk made the mistake, but it was only a couple of cents, it would be rather pointless to hold up the line and get everyone mad at me.
If it was a lot of money, I would give it back. I've worked that sort of minimum wage job before, and it would suck to be the one who got the kid in trouble because their till was off.
But like I said, I should check my change more carefully, but I don't. So I would never notice in the first place.
"Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.
Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,
As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard.'
'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole.
But what be bones that lie in a hole?
Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead,
Afore I found his shinbone.
He can spare a share for a poor old troll,
For he don't need his shinbone.'
Said Tom: 'I don't see why the likes o' thee
Without axin' leave should go makin' free
With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin;
So hand the old bone over!
Though dead he be, it belongs to he;
So hand the old bone over!'
'For a couple o' pins,' says Troll, and grins,
'I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins.
A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet!
I'll try my teeth on thee now.
Hee now! See now!
I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins;
I've a mind to dine on thee now.'
But just as he thought his dinner was caught,
He found his hands had hold of naught.
Before he could mind, Tom slipped behind
And gave him the boot to larn him.
Warn him! Darn him!
A bump o' the boot on the seat, Tom thought,
Would be the way to larn him.
But harder than stone is the flesh and bone
Of a troll that sits in the hills alone.
As well set your boot to the mountain's root,
For the seat of a troll don't feel it.
Peel it! Heal it!
Old Troll laughed, when he heard Tom groan,
And he knew his toes could feel it.
Tom's leg is game, since home he came,
And his bootless foot is lasting lame;
But Troll don't care, and he's still there
With the bone he boned from its owner.
Troll's old seat is still the same,
And the bone he boned from its owner!"