This is going to sound like a fish story but... in the summer of 2003.
I had laid a leather portfolio on the roof of my truck (105 and Medcalf) when I took a phone call (I left it there like a dumb ****) and when I turned left going south, onto Antioch from 103rd st,, it slid off the roof, I heard something but over engine noise and radio, I thought nothing of it. When I reached my Atty's office (College and Antioch) I reached for it and suddenly that noise I heard made total sense. I flew down there as I had about $6K in cash, don't ask, in a zippered pocket. When I got there NADA, ****ing NADA!
I get in the truck. pounding the dash and steering wheel and head for the atty's kicking myself for losing $6K without anything to show for it.
I get to the atty, I tell him what just happened and he suggested a call to the cops was in order and looked at me funny (like WTF are you doing with $6K in cash) and that an ad in a local newspaper would be senseless.
My phone rings and a guy tells me that he was behind me and saw it come off my truck, stopped, and grabbed it up. He called the store as he saw the receipt in the mesh pocket, and they gave him my cell #. I asked the guy if he could bring it to me, or I could meet him and he said he was headed home in a bit and that he had plans with the family and could meet me afterwards. I found out where he was, where he was going and arranged for my GF to meet him on their ways home, The stars aligned on this one as she was on his route home
She called me when she got there, I told her to open the zippered pocket and if there are lots of $100 dollar bills in there, there was, to give him $400 and thank him for doing the right thing and walk away, no taking it back.
I looked at my attorney who had stepped out momentarily and gave him the thumbs up.
I met the GF at what is now Tanners on College Blvd, she was sitting at the bar, a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue was on the counter, counting the money.
She started in on calling me the stupidest MF, then the luckiest MF, then started sounding like my mother, my accountant. Then we both busted out laughing, bought the bar a round, knocked back a couple more JWB's and as we left, I asked her what she thought about exchanging sex for money. Then the negotiations began.
I now use binder clips and produce bands for cash.
That bing said, I never find cash but I bought brats and hanging out of the coupon printer was a $5 off brats coupon. I snatched it up.
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Originally Posted by Hog's Gone Fishin
On a side note. I found a wallet laying in the middle of an intersection last week. It was loaded with money. I don't know how much but it had $50 bills in it. I took it by the address on the drivers license but nobody was home so I dropped it off at the police station. Two days later the daughter of the owner of the wallet called me to thank me and offered a reward. I refused the reward and told her that knowing the owner got his stuff back was reward enough.
That being said , leaving change for someone else to pocket is just dumb.
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