Home - by BigFurHat - February 15, 2013 - 00:42 America/New_York - 11 Comments
Guy finds 1200 bucks on the ground and finds the rightful owner. You’ll wish he never gave it back -
February 15th, 2013
Wow…next time just tithe the cash.
Stranded in Sonoma
In my life, I have found at least 5 wallets in various parking lots and public restrooms. Every time, I would look to see if there was something that could give me an address. I usually had no problem because there was a driver license. In one case, the only thing was a student body card with a name. I had to look in the phone book (this was the 70s and 80s) and I matched the last name with an address related to the city where the high school was located.
I always took the wallet back to its rightful owner. In the case of the one with the student body card, the kid was distraught that he’d lost it and was VERY thankful I returned it. The only bizarre reaction I got was from some guy that looked rather surprised when I rang his doorbell. If there was any money in the wallet, it stayed! If there wasn’t, I would tell the owner that I found it without money. If they didn’t believe me, too bad. I wasn’t lying. I never asked for, nor expected, any reward and none was every offered. I would have refused if they had.
My wife (girlfriend at the time) couldn’t believe I dragged her across the county to return a wallet to someone I didn’t know. I figure that karma just might be for real and it’s worth the extra effort to make someone’s day!
Boobie the Rocket Dog
Read the short article. Only the store owner’s response implied the recipient was rude. My reading of it was that it was important that all of the cash be there because there was a reason he was carrying $1200 in an envelope, like maybe THE RENT. Maybe you had to be there.
Of course I’d return the cash or wallet if I knew where it came from and, if there were $5 in it I’d use that for Priority Mail postage, and tell the recipient so. I would also not disclose my ID.
OTOH if I found a bag stuffed with money and no ID(like drug money) it would be mine.
Doing the right thing is its own reward – but it sure is nice to have it appreciated as well.
Years ago I inadvertently bought a stolen guitar for $100. Upon learning that it was stolen I contacted the owner to give it back. He said he would pay me the $100 but he didn’t have the money at that time. I gave it to him anyway. Then he accused me of having stole it. The deadbeat still owes me $100 but I think he eventually choked on his own vomit.
Your last comment was my first thought Boobie, the guy was probably a dick because it’s his drug money. Turn it in to the cops (if you trust your local PD)
I would’ve thrown that money in the air and said count it bitch.
Several years ago when I was taking an evening class at a somewhat local community college, I found someone’s cell phone in the parking lot when I was on my way home, which by then was around 9:30 p.m. and all the offices were closed, so I took the cell phone home and was going to turn in it at the lost and found when I went back the next afternoon. The owner of the phone called her cell phone that evening and I answered the phone, hoping it was the owner so I could make arrangements to return it. I told her I found it in the parking lot at school and where should I leave it for her at school the next evening. She was a little put out that I wouldn’t blow off work the next day so I could drive the 45 mins to school (where she worked in one of the offices), so I could give it to her early in the morning. I told her that wasn’t convenient, but told her what time I would be arriving and found out where I could find her. So, the next afternoon when I got to her office at the school, she came out and snatched the phone out of my hand as I was giving it to her, gave me a nasty look like she thought I was trying to steal her cell phone and turned around and went back into her office and shut the door. Not a peep of a thank you. She treated me like I was some kind of criminal. At that point I wished I had run over the damn thing with my car instead of rescuing it and returning it. Next time, I’ll leave the cell phone laying in the parking lot.
In the 80′ and 90′s I used to own an upholstery shop. You would be surprised what you can find in an old sofa or chair. Some interesting things I found were a 4′ crowbar, a full thermos, a 1 1/2 ct. diamond ring, most of my coin collection, at least a dozen sex toys, a baseball bat and a collection of other things, some of which I still have. The most interesting thing was in 1994 I found a wallet in a couch a customer had bought at an auction and wanted recovered. The wallet belonged to a then 47 yo gentleman from a few towns over, had a 1964 drivers license, $16 and pics of what I would find-out later was his son. After a few calls I located the old guy and told him my story and that I had his wallet and would like to return it. We made arrangements to meet later that week. When we met, I gave him his wallet and we talked a while. He told me of his life and turns out he even knew my grandfather. He opened his wallet, remembered that that was exactly how much cash was in his wallet and how upset he was to lose it and told me that the picture of the teenage boy in his wallet was his son, who was killed in action a few years later in Vietnam. Needless to say, he was happy to get back what was his… and I am thankful to have a great story to tell.
My former husband lost his wallet and within a week he received a package in the mail. Wallet returned with everything still there and no note or acknowledgement. He couldn’t find the person to thank them but he was very thankful. There are still some good souls out there.
p.s. that was before the entitlement generation.
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