Finding cash on the ground$$$$$$$

When i was little I was at Circus Circus in Las Vegas and i found 100 dollar bill on the floor, my mom took it. She never paid me back, that stupid b.......

 

About three years ago, I found (on top of a pay phone) a deposit bag from a beverage distributor. It turned out that the office manager stopped to make a call and left the bag at the phone (Go figure). The bag had about $8K in cash and a bunch of checks. When I called the distributor, I told the owner that I would return it if he promised not to fire the employee that left the bag at the phone. Needless to say, they were happy to getthe deposit back.

 

Found a fifty at the grocery store once...

 

Found $4,500 AUD when i was 13. Imagine how much money that is to kid!
Turned it into the police though.

 

WHY?!

i have found $20 one time in Malibu in front of a cool model store. I didnt have enough for a model so i got a 360 modean poster and a Schumi poster.

 

i've found a few twenties, tens, fives and ones... Collectively, i've lost more than i've found, i think... However, when i was a kid, i used to find twenties in my father's wallet all the time - it was a like fountain of money... Everytime i looked in there, there was money... It was unreal...

 

I need to trade wallets with your dad...everytime I look in my wallet, there is less money... It is unreal...

 

Since I've had kids, I have foung a big stack of twenties each week comes in quite handy.

 

My wife and 2 sons were standing in the checkout line at Costco one day when my then 4 year old pulled on her shirt. When she looked down at him, he said "Must be my lucky day" and flashed her a $50 that he'd just found. Lucky day indeed.

 

If you didn't buy so many shoes and purses, maybe it would be different

 

Didnt they teach you any ethics in school?

 

What do you do after Wednesday though? I'm in the same club!

 

So he should have turned $20 into the police, too? I understand $4500. Although, to be honest, I would not have turned it into the police. I would have put up a sign that said, "If you lost a large sum of money in the "such and such" area, please call and tell me the amount and I will return it to you"

I don't trust no stinkin' cops

 

Armen questioned me why i did it for 4500. To me, to hand that amount of money into the Police was the ethcial thing to do.
But if its $20, then keep it.

 

I understand, and I agree with your decision to follow your ethics.

My ethic would compel me to seek to return it to the rightful owner, I simply would not use to police as the medium, because I don't want the gov't involved

 

Aint that the truth.
But who has the duty of finding the owner? You or the person that lost it?

Id just leave a notice near the area at which i found it telling them to contact me through some random temporary hotmail address.
I dont want to lose hair over their mistakes....

 

Found a C-note on the floor of a bar once.

 

On my birthday in 1987, returning from Geneva, Switzerland to Frankfurt, Germany on the Swiss Autobahn I drove over a briefcase. By the time I realized it was a briefcase and decided to stop, I had a real long walk back to get it. I was doing 220kph at the time(so I was speeding... it's close to the 160kph speed limit). It was truely a unique case, cobra skins if I remember. After running for a couple of miles back to the car I sat there looking at it. I was too scared to open it. I started to drive looking at the case and wondering...is there money, maybe a bomb, drugs who knows. I decided to turn it in at the next Polizei station. Then I thought nothing risked nothing gained so I tried one of the latches, thinking there is no way it would be unlocked. It was, and a couple of pills fell out. I quickly shut it and stopped at the next Polizei station.

I turned it in, without mentioning I opened it, they said I had to wait while they inventoried the contents. I thought, " I should have just dumped it." They slowly went through the contents:
1.Travel brochures for a casino
2. Throat lozenges
3. Misc. paperwork without identifying names, numbers etc
4. Headache meds. in shrink package( source of unidentified drugs!)
5. Mini umbrella
6. Misc. European and African currencies in numerous denominations totalling.....17000 USD!

Damn I thought I shouldn't have stopped. Well to make a long story short nobody claimed it and several weeks later I was able to pick up the case and all its contents. A short while later I picked up my brand new 1987 Ferrrari GTS (Red/Black) that I paid approx. 25000USD for(great exchange rate at the time). I was the only E-3 in the USAF with a new Ferrari. If they only knew I really only paid 8000 for it.

I didn't keep the really cool briefcase for fear it would be recognized by some shady dude that lost it, or chucked it or who knows. How else would someone lose a case like this?

Philip

PS the only drawback to this great fortune was for months and months my eyes were glued to the road and sides for that next bounty. You never know!?

 

Sometimes honesty does pay.

 

Anyone seen my briefcase? It was snake skin..reward if found with all contents

thanks
Antony

 

i was helping my father-in-law move stuff from a wharehouse acroos town, we ended up loosing some of the load along the freeway and stoped to retrieve it. he found a duffle bag along side the fence and grabbed it too. we opened it up and it was chock full of $100 bill stacks. considering the side of town we were on we debated turning it in, we did 3days later after counting it. 150k cash, it right off to the police. they told us "drug money" and we never saw it again. not reall happy about turning it in though. i will say i was real nervous those three days...

 

I was in Laughlin, NV, walking out of one of the casinos and I found $140 on the ground (one hundred and two twenty bills). This was around the time I had turned 21 and went gambling for the first time... Its funny how I "won" more in the parking lot than in the casino!

 

I found a great big bag of weed hidden in the woods when I was 14 or 15, I mean a really BIG bag of weed. I'm not sure how it got there, but there it was! This great big bag of weed! I didn't smoke pot and didn't want to...you know....deal with it...so I dumped it all in the creek next to my house.

I found a 20 spot on the sidewalk once. Pocketed it and didn't think twice.

I also found a crisp new $100 on the floor at the supermarket, and this I had to think about, as adding it to my bank account would have increased my total net worth to $120.12.

I decided to go to the customer service counter near the front of the store to see if anyone was there waiting for it, and sure enough, there was this little ol' black lady absolutely crying her eyes out because she lost her last $100 and now didn't have any money to buy food. I did what any good person did and I whistled as I walked out the door with her last $100.

Which is a lie. I gave it back to her.

Another time, I was standing in line at the local Mom and Pop store waiting for the Local Junkie Rippie Woman to finish getting her rippie fix, and noticed that she dropped a pretty big fat wad of cash on the floor. This is also something that I had to think about as I stood there with the better part of her $500 in my hand...seeing her blow $500 of THIS cash on rippies or me keeping it. I gave it back to her of course, and she was nice enough to buy me 10 rippies ticket in appreciation for my good deed. I opened 9 of the rippies and had won exactly nothing. I opened the very LAST rippie she bought me...and I won the jackpot, which was...$1000!!!

Which is also a lie. I didn't win anything, but got 10 free chances to win, and I got to stay honest.

The last time I found something is also the first time that I genuinely had a very difficult time staying honest.

I walked into the local Home Depot for whatever, and walked up the ATM to grab some cash. I tried to put my card into the slot, but the $(%# machine was broken. I cursed my luck, and the fact that I would have to drive a couple miles for cash…until I looked at the screen on the ATM.

>Would you like another transaction?<
> Press 1 for YES or 2 for NO<

I was in AWE, my JAW went SLACK in AMAZEMENT. NO ONE CAN BE SO STUPID AS TO LEAVE THEIR ATM CARD IN THE MACHINE. I was in need to test my disbelief so I selected a few transactions, and YEP. It was at this moment that I understood why only $300 could be withdrawn from a machine at any one time. I punched out of the machine and withdrew the card from the slot.

Up until that point, I thought this was one of God’s little tests. It was, but the FINAL EXAM was about to take place.

I flipped the card over to see who the lucky owner was, and almost physically shat my pants. Listed on the card was none other THAN MY EX ***KING BOSS. OH STUPID ***CH, HAD I KNOWN THIS A SECOND AGO I WOULD HAVE….I WOULD HAVE…

No, it couldn’t be HER. It just couldn’t! Fate would NEVER be so kind and yet so mean to me at the same time! I flipped the card over to look at the signature, and sho nuff! It was her card. Of course, I didn’t have her PIN, so there was nothing that I could do… except that she had it written next to her signature. I reinserted the card, typed in the PIN and it rejected it. THEN! Then I remembered she incremented numerical passwords by 1,2,3,4 and so on. I did the simple maths, put in the PIN and woo! Revenge time!

This, I had to think about.

I could drain her account by $300 every day until I felt that restitution had been paid in full.

At least for a week anyway, and it would be an easy 2 grand until she woke up and reported the card missing or checked her account.

I smoked several cigarettes in quick succession. I ate a cheese pretzel as I considered this. I paced the store looking at items, but not really seeing them. I knew that finally, I could extract some small bit of revenge upon her.

I scanned the area near the ATM for cameras (there were none, odd), and triple checked the ATM camera (it was blocked, VERY odd), and I was certain that I could get away with this.

But I knew that I couldn’t do it. Not because I didn’t want to, Lord knows I did SO want to. I couldn’t do it because she would never know that I was the one that did it. What would be the point of nameless revenge? No point, and in the end no feeling of recompense, or of victory, or the unmitigated glee of having returned the great big shaft to her.

Nothing won, nothing lost. Not for me, anyway.

Before leaving the store, I put the card back in the slot and typed in the PIN….and left.

Since, you know, daddy always taught me to put something back the way I found it if it didn’t belong to me.

 

OMFG !! Classic ! You're my new hero.