Ever found any money? If so how much?

I’ve found small change numerous times; and sometimes I wish that I could find bigger amounts of money, but I’m not that greedy. However, it would be nice.

There was the time during high school that I found about $5 in the cafeteria lounge; for some reason, that day I’d lost my lunch money, and there was no way I could find out whose money it truly was, so I took it and spent it on lunch.

Quite a few years ago, my siblings and I went to the local Lazer Illuisions (a video arcade place) at the mall. We met our friend Eddie there, and later we found $5 in the change machine. No way to find out whose it really was, so we decided to split it. That was the largest amount of money that I found, either on my own or collectively with someone else. (my sibs found $5 behind the local elementary school once while they were walking around the neighborhood, but that was saved for offering at church, I believe)

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I used to find fivers around the video store where I used to work every now and then after closing, just lying there.

At my place, my pals would crash out on my couch fairly often, and their “fee” would be the 3 or so dollers in sofa change I found every week or so.

The only paper money I’ve ever found has been in the laundry or in my coat pockets - but that doesn’t count. Back in the days when I used to walk a lot, I found LOTS of change, tho most was pennies - I still picked them up.

The most memorable find happened in the late 50s - I was helping my mother dig in a section of the garden and I found a quarter. That was a significant bonanza in those days. So much so that she made me share it with my brother and sister. It still ticks me off to think of it!! Expecially when, a few years later, my sister found some folding money in a parking lot and Mom didn’t make her share it.

Issues? No, not me. Why do you ask?

The only paper money I’ve ever found has been in the laundry or in my coat pockets - but that doesn’t count. Back in the days when I used to walk a lot, I found LOTS of change, tho most was pennies - I still picked them up.

The most memorable find happened in the late 50s - I was helping my mother dig in a section of the garden and I found a quarter. That was a significant bonanza in those days. So much so that she made me share it with my brother and sister. It still ticks me off to think of it!! Expecially when, a few years later, my sister found some folding money in a parking lot and Mom didn’t make her share it.

Issues? No, not me. Why do you ask?

I found a nice money clip with $60.00 in it a few years back. I left my name and number with the manager of the place where I found it, but never got a call. I ended up spending the money and still have the money clip.

Last year, I found two brand new $100.00 bills on a sidewalk. Being unemployed and fairly desparate at the time, I made no attempt to find the owner, something that has troubled me ever since.

I found about $600 once, lodged in the fold of the front seat of a truck when I worked for a major southeastern wholesale distributor. I turned it in to personnel, and found out that it was lost by a fellow who had been fretting his ass off. He gave me no reward, but the money wasn’t his anyway. It was some kind of pool money, like for the NCAA tournament or something, and he was just carrying it around.

But he was very appreciative. He told almost everyone what I did. And it paid off big-time when I needed a reference and the son of the owner (a good friend of the guy who lost the money) told my prospective employer that I was “the most honest young man he’d ever met”. In fact, his reference was so gushing that I was hired on the spot as soon as the interviewer hung up the phone.


On a related note, I lost my driver’s license when I was a junior in high school. I found it a year later when I rented the same tuxedo for the junior-senior prom! It was in the jacket’s inside pocket.

I can beat all your stories with this one…

My girlfriend was tidying her home last month and found, in the midst of lots of old mail, a cheque made out to her from a savings account which had recently matured. It had been there for about three months, undetected, in her old mail.

The value of the cheque…£21,000. (approx. $32,800)
She never even knew she had it. It was quite the nice surprise, I tell you. :wink:

A few years ago my then-wife developed chicken pox. On a particularly nasty night full of thunder, lightning, and rain she couldn’t take the itch anymore and asked me to go to the pharmacy and get something. I grumbled, but went.

I walked in the pharmace and laying in the floor was some cash. I bent down and picked up five $100 bills. They were folded over and soaking wet. I went to the manager and told him “I’ve found some money laying on the floor of your store. Here’s my name and telephone number. If whoever has lost it calls within the next week I’ll return it.” No one ever called and I got $500 out of a trip to the pharmacy. I also completely forgot the itch medicine.

  1. Whenever I have change in my pocket at the end of the day, I pitch it on my dresser. The silver eventually gets used for something, but I just drop the pennies into a piggy bank. Every so often I take the pennies down to the supermarket and cash them in using their automatic self-service change machine. Anyway, couple years ago when I was cashing in my pennies, I reached into the coin return bin (not all coins are recognized first time through) and came up with a handful of quarters! Whoever used the machine before me must have forgotten to check the return. It was probably only $15 or so, but I felt tremendously lucky all day.

  2. Also a couple years ago, I was in line at the checkout of i different supermarket. When I was paying for my own groceries, I happened to look down, and there on the floor was a small wad of cash (~$45? or so?). I immediately remembered that the old guy who had been in front of me had been fumbling with his wallet, and must’ve dropped it. I gave the cash to the bagger, who ran outside to find the guy. I kind of lost track of what happened, but I think she found him and returned it.

  3. And, my best story: About ten years ago, I was flying back home from a business trip; the last leg was a 30-minute puddle-jump from Detroit to Lansing. I didn’t have anything to read, so I was bored. Looking around, I noticed a card-sized envelope under the seat in front of me. I dragged the envelope toward me, and noticed that it had a little bulge inside. For some reason, I imagined that this bulge was a love note, and I thought it might make entertaining reading. I grabbed the envelope, and pulled out the card. On the front of the card it said something like “here’s a little something for you to have fun with in New Orleans (or wherever).” I opened the card to read the note inside, only there was no note. Out plopped $450 in cash. Wow!

I sat stunned for about ten seconds, tempted to keep the money. Then I rang for the stewardess. I explained what I found, and she said she’d try to locate the owner. Just before we landed, she came back and told me that the pilot had radioed the airline, and they’d traced the money to a young girl who had sat in the seat in front of me earlier in the day. Her dad had given her the money for the trip, and she’d been devestated that she lost it. Then the stewardess gave me a bottle of champagne “for being such an honest guy.” I saved the champagne for a special occasion, and we drank it seven years later when I passed my oral dissertation defense. And, y’know, I still feel like a hero every time I think about returning the money. That’s worth $450.

My BIL bought a dreadful looking trenchcoat at a yardsale for $10.00. He got it home, tried it on again, and discovered a $20 stuck in the pocket.

I walk every day, and find lots of coins. Just this morning, I found a Louisana state quarter in the telephone slot at the local 7-11.

The most I ever found was a $100 bill. The weirdest story was finding the 1988 Japanese CATS CD selling for $90, asking the story to hold it, and then wondering if I was going to acutally spend $95 for a 2CD set. While I was out walking the next day, I found $21. That night the Simpsons rerun was the one where Bart & Milhouse found $20 and went to see CATS. I figured it was a sign, and bought the CD.

One of the lines from that show was “Where did $20 come from?” “Maybe a plane exploded.” This was the Monday after Flight 800 had exploded.

2 years ago, my son and I were crossing a street; he bent down to pick something up.
I’m like, Quit, keep walking!
He shows it to me-its $30!
Ahh!
That was the most so far.

I envy all of you. My record to date still stands at a measly $5, which was a roll of dimes I found walking home from school one day. I must have been 12-13 at the time.

I found $40 on the people-mover at an airport a couple years ago. Other than that, I’ve found a few $1 bills in malls, stores, etc.

Also found $15 in the pocket of an old shirt of mine that I kept for wearing when doing messy home repairs. No idea when I put the money there, but it bought beer for after the repairs were completed! :slight_smile:

I found 200 bucks on the ground at my local college. I left a note on the local bulletin board that said, “found a sum of money on the ground in this building, call me and tell me how much it is and I will return it.” Three people called me but they all said between 20-80 bucks. The sign disappeared within a week so I ended up keeping the money.

Someone mentioned karma earlier…

I was 10 or so, with my dad at King’s Dominion, and I loved playing Spy Hunter. Dad had already spent around 5 bucks on a video game, so he wouldn’t give me more quarters.

He and I were sitting on a bench resting, when I saw an “old” kid (19 or so) drop a dollar bill.

I ran over, grabbed the dollar, and grabbed the kid by the shirt.

“Hey…You dropped a dollar”. “Keep it”, he said.
WOW!!! That was FOUR games of Spy Hunter!

Fast forward 10 years…

I was a paramedic, with a nurse for a date, at Busch Gardens.

This girl had been a tough nut to crack. It had taken weeks for me to get this date…Even then it seemed that she was only interested in the trip to a theme park.

We are walking away from a drink stand, when this little boy runs up to me.

“Hey!..Sir…You dropped a dollar!!” I was so impressed that a little kid would be honest that I thanked him, then told him to keep it.

I kid you not, the boy ran back to his dad, (who was sitting on a bench) and said “COOL…He GAVE it to me!!! Can we go back to the arcade??”

I had to sit down. The girl asked me why, so I told her the story.

She smiled…Said “Let’s get out of here”…Bought a motel room…and we had one hell of a night.

The most money I’ve ever found at once is a nice juicy quarter, I think.

My dad found a fifty dollar bill in a shopping center parking lot about four years ago. We’re still talking about it.

When I was about 10 I found a $50 dollar bill on the floor at Woolco. People were just walking right by it, so I scooped it up and went to show my mom. She thought it was play money until she took it and looked at it. We went to customer service and told them we found some money and anyone looking was to call us to identify the amount. No one ever called, so I got to keep it. When you’re 10, $50 is a fortune.

I was at a doll show (doll making is a hobby of mine) and was browsing a booth of high-end silk doll dresses, selling for $60-$90 depending on size. I think the booth owners were from Austria, which is worth mentioning because it would have cost them a considerable amount in travel expenses to attend this show. The dresses were piled in stacks on trays, and right in front of me on top of a stack was a HUGE roll of money! I immediately jumped to the conclusion that it was the vendors’ money, since I can’t imagine a doll-show lady (such as me) walking around with a wad o’ dough like that in a purse. So I gave it to them, and they thanked me. I have no idea how much money it was, but it was a really enormous roll.

Other than that, I’ve found a $5 bill in the street once, and a couple of $1 bills (separately) over the years.

Well, I’ve never found much actual cash, but when I was about thirteen years old, I found a white gold ring with several small diamonds on the playground at my junior high school. My mom made me register it with the police and everything; they said that if two weeks passed and nobody claimed it, I could have it. Well, nobody did. It was quite ugly; a huge thing with about 10 small diamonds in it. Not very good quality, but my mom sold it (at a pawn shop, maybe), and gave me the money. It was $75, a fortune to me.

I blew the whole wad at FAO Schwarz on role-playing and war games. :cool: It was awesome. Still have some of them, too.