Anyone a detective?

Here at the seminary we have our own mailroom. It is not, by any means, a very functional mailroom. We sort, we forward, we return to sender; that's it. We do not sell postage or packaging, we cannot even help you calculate fees for special mailings--not from the mailroom, at least. And, if you have a package (much to the chagrin of the seminarians, though they would never say it) you're lucky to find a mailroom worker there right when you would like to pick up your package. It then becomes a real effort to try and retrieve one's package.

There are two mailroom workers appointed, of which I am currently one. The oddest thing happened to me today. As I was sorting the mail, someone dropped an envelope into the in-house box. I did not bother to look at it nor see who dropped it for I was busy sorting - I would get to it in a couple minutes. When I got to it just a couple minutes later, much to my surprise it was addressed to me. I couldn't recognize the handwriting and so I eagerly opened it to discover what was inside. All it had in it was a 20 dollar bill. Now, this is quite odd. I cannot for the life of me remember having loaned anyone money. Nor can I remember doing anything that would merit my receiving $20. There was no note. No explanation. Just twenty dollars with my name on the envelope.

Now, I'm not superstitious. Most likely, someone dropped it in there and is wanting to remain anonymous, for some reason. Or, they just haven't found me yet to say, "Did you get the 20 bucks? If you remember, you loaned me..." But I also doubt for some reason that that will be the case. So what am I to make of this? I'm completely at a loss. Truly, it is a mystery to me.