This has always bothered me. Both when people don't remember or do remember and don't pay me back. Before online loan applications, a handshake and a person's word meant the difference between good character and a character of a person to which we wouldn't loan any money. This was based on past broken promises of repayment. One time I had fallen on such hard times that I had wrecked my car for the second time in a terrible winter with snow. I couldn't turn it into the insurance company but a very kind man had fixed my car the first time and agreed to do it again for me. I wrote him a check and it bounced. I had no intention of it bouncing but it did.
It took me a year as I was in college at the time to pay him back. I wrote a letter to him explaining my gratitude. I think he was shocked that I actually repaid as it had been so long ago. What surprised me was when I went back into my checkbook I had found two entries for the same amount. I had felt so bad that I paid him back twice!
Oh yes I should I thought, I broke something from her homeland. I felt vindicated, my word still intact. When someone accuses me of lying I'm very offended as I've worked hard to honor my commitments and always keep my word. Recently I had met a woman at the local library to buy a textbook from her for my son's college biology class. During this meeting, I paid her the cash, took the book and we were interrupted by a scam artist who was asking for money to stay at a local hotel (or so he said.) We both left. I arrived home to find a voice mail from her husband in which he said his wife called crying and that I had taken her book and not given her the money.
I called him back and assured him that I gave her cash. I gave it to her first. As a matter of fact instead of being accused of being a thief, I would bring back the book and he could call me once she found the cash I had given her. He said he would call me right back. Instead the wife called me back and was crying and raising her voice at me, "You took my book and didn't give me the money." I helped her recall when and how I gave the money to her and how the man had interrupted us. She said that she thought I was with him and was in on the scam. I assured her I didn't know this guy and that I had been a basketball referee for ten years and had passed all background checks with flying colors. She said she had already checked her jean pockets and purse but she would look one-more-time and call me right back. Five minutes later she called back still hysterically crying and said to me, "I'm so sorry. I found it in my coat pocket. I'm so embarrassed." I told her not to worry about it. Truth was that now that my word was still in tact, I didn't really care WHAT she accused me of.