Good deed backfires with discovery on lost gloves

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Backing out of our driveway the other morning I saw in my car’s review mirror a glove laying in the middle of the roadway that’s in the front of our house. I stopped; stepped from the car; went over and picked it up. It was a near-new black work glove. I assumed it had been dropped earlier that morning by one of the many joggers who daily run by our home.
I thought,“Aha . . . Here’s my chance to become a Good Samaritan.”
Thus, I stepped across the street and slipped the glove over a curbside post on an adjacent empty lot. Hopefully within the next few days a grateful individual would spot his lost glove and pluck from the post. As for me, I would notice the glove had been picked up and my actions would be rewarded by the feeling of doing a good deed.
For nearly a week each day I would back out of the driveway only to glance in the rearview mirror and see that black glove still hanging on the post. Finally frustration and disappointment got the best of me. I went over, grabbed the glove, and threw it on the bench in our garage.
The next day I prepared to go the dump with about a half dozen bags of leaves. The bags had been filled by my front yard raking efforts nearly two weeks earlier and orders from the Betterhalf instructed me to “git them out of the yard and to the dump.” Naturally, her wish was my command and I pursued to loading the bags.
I came to the last bag to be loaded. Just as I lifted the bag into the car I looked down where the bag had been setting and there was a black glove, just like the one I had found on the street. Apparently I had taken off my gloves when raking and laid them with the bags after finishing my raking chores . . . and one glove had later blown away into the street.
The biggest problem now has been explaining how I couldn’t recognize my own work gloves. My explanation: The gloves were given to me by my son who had many extra pairs. I had just grabbed a pair from the closet and not paid close addition as to what the pair looked like.
Of course there was another explanation voiced by a friend. He said, “You wouldn’t have known what work gloves look like because you’ve never worked hard enough to need them!”
RL Furse  is publisher emeritus of the News-Register

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