When I was a little Mormon kid, multiple apocryphal stories were told about kids who went to buy groceries for their moms and got an extra nickel back in change they didn’t deserve and who lugged those groceries 4.5 miles back through blizzards to their houses 5.0 miles away before realizing they had a nickel more than they deserved, and went back to the storekeeper and gave him back his nickel. Whether they died before doing the 19 mile run for the nickel, my Sunday School teachers were silent.
Recently I got six of a $20 retail thing when I ordered one. I looked it up, thinking I’d fucked up. Nope, I ordered one, got charged for one. But I have six.
I sighed. I didn’t want six. It will take an hour of my time online to deal with this if I’m lucky. I’ll have to ship stuff back, taking another hour or more of my time packaging stuff and driving down to the UPS drop. And then I found peace when I decided, your fuckup is not worth my time.
It’s not a moral issue, it’s a you won’t pay me enough to make it worth my time to fix your mistake issue.