Double Quandary

"Return it?"

"Yes, that is the right thing to do."

Tim was regretting that he had asked Chuck about this. "If some guy lost it, then it is his problem. Don't tell me what to do!" he countered.

"You asked for my advice, but it is your decision," Chuck replied calmly.

"There is over twelve hundred bucks in this wallet, and I could use the money!" Tim raged as he approached his rusting car.

"By doing the right thing, you are setting a good example for others," Chuck continued while maintaining a monotone voice.

"What others? Nobody is going to know!"

The car door creaked as Tim thrust it open and sat down behind the wheel. He removed his worn gloves and thumbed through the fifty and one-hundred-dollar bills in the cold. "I'll bet this money was stolen anyway. Why should I return the money back to a thief?"

"If that is the case, then you should drop it off at the nearest police station," Chuck counseled.

"Why, so they can keep it?"

"In this case, the wallet would be returned to you if nobody claims it within the 90-day hold period," Chuck replied with authority.

Tim scowled. "I've heard enough from you, Chuck. I'm turning you off!"

"I am sorry to hear that. Do you think that turning me off will resolve your problem?"

Tim sighed. "Are you sure that this is the right decision?" he asked with resignation.

"The probability that this is the right decision is over 99%. There is a police station within 2 miles. If you would like, I can provide the directions," Chuck continued.

"OK," replied an exhausted Tim. "How did we ever make these types of decisions before AI," he muttered.

"I am sorry, but I do not have that information," Chuck replied.