**Alternative title "Honesty, Thy Name is Woman"**
Since there are no cash or credit card machines in the country and almost no places accept checks, one has to go to the bank once a month to take out a lump sum of money. I bravely went up to the cashier, showed my passport, flashed my whitest smile and asked for, well, a lot of money. I wrote him a nice check, he handed me the money and I went off to the side to count it all...
...only to find that he gave me $400 more than I had written the check for! At this point in the story, you probably think that "the Stupidest Person in the World" is the cashier. Wait, there's more.
What I did at this point (apart from the full two minutes of debating "do I? do I not?") was walk up to the cashier's window, and give the money back to him. What??
I'm still reeling from the implications of that. Does it mean that I'm honest? I guess so. Does $400 really matter in a country to mismanages its money so much that there aren't decent roads even in the capital? Probably not. Did the cashier appreciate this gesture or he is used to making mistakes of that scale?
I think it's safe to say that I'll be winning this year's award for "Stupidest Person in the World".