My store isn’t exactly located in the nicest part of town (think student ghetto meets actual ghetto). Nobody’s ever turned in found cash before.
Of course it never occured to me to ask her to leave her name or phone number until reading this thread.:smack:
My wife and I were leaving a restaruant when we spied something out of place in the parking lot. As we drove closer, we could see it was a purse. Our first thought was that someone had left it on the top or trunk of their car and driven away.
Upon examination though, it was clear that someone had cleaned out the credit cards, cash, (if any), and IDs and dumped it here while driving by.
This was a Louis Vuitton purse in mint condition, worth about 2 grand even several years ago. There was much in the purse to describe its owner, but nothing with any ID or address. We took it home to decide what to do.
Cleaning it out thoroughly we looked for anything to tell us its owner.
There was something odd under the lining and after a little searching we found the lining was torn inside. Hiding underneath was $4,200 in cash and a diamond ring. We called the police who seemed irritated to deal with such an incident, but sent someone to make a report.
They told us that if no one claimed it we could have it all, but don’t hold our breath. **Someone **is looking for this bag.
Instead of sitting and watching the calender, we really wanted the owner to get her bag back. Clearly this kind of money and a diamond the size of an almond would be a great loss to anyone. We assumed that the purse was taken from a car in a nearby mall or perhaps the neighborhood nearby, and the owner was unaware for at least a day or two what may have happened. We covered the area with posters like dropping propaganda on the (insert foreign enemy here).
We put posters in hundreds of stores, gas stations, you name it but no luck.
We even kept 3 rolls of film from the purse to develop and see if there were any clues there, but no deal.
In the end, despite what I think were extraordinary measures, we never found the woman.
My wife has the purse to this day, the cash went to SIDS research, and the ring and pictures sit in a safe, should fate ever work its magic and bring us together.
Stranger things have happened.
As I kid, I recall finding a wallet in a movie theater. I managed to locate the teen owner, called him, and his mom drove him to me to pick it up. I gave it to him, cash intact, and refused to accept the cash reward he offered me from that cash.
Fast forward 30 years. I dropped my wallet on the street outside my house as I was getting out of my car. Hours later, someone driving by spotted it, pulled over, knocked on my door, and handed it to me, cash and all else intact. That was nice, especially considering I have a spare car key in my wallet.
Karma? Who knows?
One of the clerks at my dad’s general store moved a rack to dust under it and found a $2500 winning Pick-4 lottery ticket. No one claimed it, and the numbers weren’t familiar to my dad (in a town of 215 people plus his habit of 90-hour weeks, I don’t even question that he could tell whose ticket it was if it was a regular) so after no one asked about a missing ticket in two weeks, he told the clerk to keep it.
She felt really bad about it, but really, how would you even go about finding the owner of something so anonymous as the slip for a Big Four random-pick lotto ticket?
Oh sure, but one out of every ten thousand has a bit of humor to it.