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I found my $20 at the county fair when I was a kid.
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I found my $20 at the county fair when I was a kid.
Always think of this song when I find some money!
As someone who probably would have acted just as you describe, . . ., that's just mean.When I worked bagging groceries at Kroger in high school one of my co-workers had a stack of fake folded over $20 bills that had a religious message contained inside. He'd drop those on the floor at the store and it was hilarious watching people do all sorts of weird things to make it look natural while they tried to pick it up without being noticed. They'd typically stick it in their pocket and bolt thinking they got away with something. Always funny to think about their reaction when they figured out what it actually was.
That guy must of been a radical leftist socialist Democrat...When I was in high school a friend found 30k and gave it away to all of his friends. Bought friends car stereos ,drugs, booze, just gave 1k to a few people. He basically found money that someone had embezzled from someone else. True story no bullshit.
Your story reminds me of one of my favorite human kindness stories ever.I completely forgot. I was running on the KU campus about 10 years ago and found a wallet leading to the student dorms. Opened it up and it had $350 in cash in it. All of the IDs you’d expect, student, drivers license, etc. I used Google and Facebook to figure out who the kid was. He didn’t have a Facebook/Instagram but his mom did. His parents owned a bank in Kansas City. I messaged the mom and said hey I found your son’s wallet, here’s my number. We arranged a meetup and here’s the interesting part.
Of course, I could have pocketed the money and said I found it empty or something. But, I just “knew” that the kid was going to give me a reward for finding it. Just felt it. So I was almost being nefarious in my desire to return it because I knew they’d give me a reward. And when I got there, the kid was kind of embarrassed, reached into my car from the passenger side and grabbed the wallet, opened it and threw a hundred dollar bill at me.
I still think about it sometimes because I did a good thing but almost did it because I knew I’d get a reward from it…
I will remember this post for the rest of my lifeYour story reminds me of one of my favorite human kindness stories ever.
About 15 years ago, I had an early morning flight with the family to Oahu. I was so exhausted when we got to the hotel (and couldn't check in early) that I accidentally left my wife's computer bag on the beach. I then forgot about it, which led to a fair amount of marital discord later in the day when we realized the bag was missing.
Later in the evening I received a call from someone who had found the bag. He was a surf instructor by the hotel. He had logged into the computer, found my Facebook page, which had a cell phone number in the about page, and used that information to call me. Otherwise, there would have been no way to know whose bag it was.
I then met him near the hotel and got the bag. He was with his girlfriend and the two of them were basically models. I then gave him $100 for saving my marriage, which I had to argue with him for a minute for him to take the money. He finally did, and then went a few yards down the street and gave it to a homeless person. Which is pretty impressive because Waikiki is an expensive place and surf instructors aren't rich.
So here you have two of the hottest people on earth, going to great lengths to figure out who owned the bag, and then giving the reward money to a homeless person.
I will remember those people for the rest of my life.
That's a great story to hear, I have quite a few pirates in my family and we've often wondered what could have happened with that treasure.When I was a teenager a bunch of friends and I found this old pirate treasure in some caves and used it to save our families' homes from foreclosure.
Ah, college! My friends and I stumbled (probably literally) upon a 12 pack of beer sitting on the sidewalk while walking across campus late one fine weekend night. Free beer was the best kind back then.I once found a 12 pack of beer that someone left in the bottom area of a shopping cart and returned the cart to the corral.
What was the book?I found 40 bucks in a used paperback I bought for a dime. That was more in the 70s than now. It was a good book,too.