Found money!!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A few months ago, I found some cash. Not a huge amount, but enough to say “Wow! That’s cool!” :smiley: :cool: :slight_smile: Then reality set in, and I realized that to a college student (I found it on a college campus) this was a good chunk of change. So I found the Campus Police office and turned it in. They said it it was not claimed after a certain amount of time, I could keep it. Well, guess who called me this morning? Yup! I’m going to pick it up at lunch today! Whoo Hoo!!!

Any one else found cash or other items of value? Did you find the rightful owner or turn it in? Did it go unclaimed and come back to you?

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There was a dollar bill lying in the parking lot this morning. I drove by, though, because it was probably attached to some sort of elaborate trap the space amazons layed to catch me for breeding purposes.

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Literally every time I go to the bars in downtown Cincinnati, I find money. It started when I dropped some cash while paying for a g&t and noticed a10-spot about a foot away. Bar-sludge and everything. Fine by me, I used that to pay my bill and pocketed my money. The next time I was down there, I found a roll of about $26 in the parking lot across from the bars. The last time I found: a 10, two 5’s (separately) and a couple ones. Late night grub was on me.

Busy bars are my financial friend, it seems. [sub](I was going to write that bar floors seem to be my ATMs, but that sounds really sick, so I didn’t)[/sub]

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My record is £60 ($100) just lying in the street. Pockted right away. If it’s just $1, it’s lottery ticket time!

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Mental note: Do not ask thinksnow to make change for a $20 at any dopefest…

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Most I ever found was a $20 at the entrance to the grocerey store where I was worked. After debating for a few minutes, I decided to keep it. Most recently, I found three ones while walking past a bus stop.

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I used to work in a bar but was not as lucky with the money. I found odd bits, and still do. I have occasionally found a note (5 or 10), but usually it is coins.

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The one thing I did notice though was the amount of odd stuff I used to find. Cleaning up at the end of the night I found all sorts of stuff from single socks :confused:, to shoes and other items of clothing. I used to find a lot of watches too, usually with broken straps but that is easily fixed (several fake brand names :rolleyes: ). The other favourite thing is cigarettes and lighters, but I did not smoke :rolleyes: so I used to give them to the people at work who did (unless it was a nice lighter or something, then I would sell it).
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Rick

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1977 when I was dirt poor, unemployed etc, used to walk 6 miles (uphill both ways through the snow) to get to the unemployment office to look for work. I’d purposefully walk through bar parking lots and find cash.

most I found : $20.

Most I’ve ever lost $0.25. :smiley:

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I seem to find money shortly after performing some extraordinarily decent act. Some call it karma but I just think it’s the universe reaching equilibrium.

Once at an ATM I couldn’t get my card into the slot, and then I saw the message display “Do you want another transaction?” The last customer not only forgot to remove his card, but didn’t even finish his session! Realizing I could have cleaned the poor sap out of $500, I did the right thing and cancelled the event, took the card and notified the bank on his behalf.

Not a week later, I find a $100 dollar bill in the parking lot. And a month later in the same parking lot, I find a case of beer that someone forgot to remove from their shopping cart. And two weeks later, I spied a #25 sack of potatos, also left in a shopping cart in the same parking lot. But as I was going for the potatos, a sharp-eyed do-gooder approached and said he spotted them too and would take them back into the store so that the real owner might have a chance at getting them back.

“Yeah, right.” I’m thinking. I just let this guy have a free sack of potatos, and after I drive away they go straight to his truck. Oh well, catching two out of three freebies from the universe for my single decent act ain’t too bad. And that was the end of my big lucky streak. I didn’t dwell on it much because I could see my gifts were getting steadily worse.

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honkytonkwillie, what ATM machine lets your take $500 out?
My bank are only $200 to $300 machines.

Sometimes if there is a way to find out who’s money it is, I turn it in to the cops. Otherwise probably just keep it. If they don’t care enough about it to show who it belongs to, well…

I found a bag of pot once. It was worth more than most of the money I ever found. I didn’t turn it in cause I don’t think the cops would believe me.

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Handy, I can get six or seven hundred out of an ATM per day. My rent used to br $550, and I’d often pay that in cash. I never had trouble getting that out of an ATM.

Also, I once a found a crisp, folded $50 bill under a bar stool. I was expecting the old fishing line trick when I bent over to pick it up, but nothing weird happened.

Woohoo! Free drinks!

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I was walking through the grill area at work last week and found a $5 bill on the floor. A little while later I realized it was already mine…it had fallen out of my pocket beforehand.

Another time, I was checking the parking lot and I found $20. I ended up putting it towards a couple of cash drawers that were short, so that I didn’t have to write up a couple of employees that I know weren’t stealing money. Just careless mistakes.

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I once had a HUGE argument over a 100 I happened to notice at the exact same time as my friend who was walking with me at the time (we were maybe 12 or 13). I yelled out first but he used the time to lunge through the air and grab it.

Mine I tells ya! :frowning:
— G. Raven

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When I was in sixth grade, I realized I had lost my completed math homework and, being the good student I had been, I freaked out. I knew my teacher would believe that I had lost it, since I never DIDN’T turn in homework, but I still didn’t want to have to do it again. I had cleaned up my bedroom that day, so I decided to clean out the little garbage can in my room. I dumped everything on the floor and started digging through it. My eyes glimpsed a bill which I assumed was one half of the ripped dollar I had found the other day. I went to throw it away. Turns out it wasn’t the ripped bill, but a crumpled up $100. I had to split it three ways to keep 2 out of 3 of my siblings quiet about it. (My mom probably would have taken it.) My sister and I each kept $40 and one of my brothers got $20.

A couple years later, I told the rest of my family about it. My oldest brother tried to say it had been his. I asked him, “Was it a hundred or two fifties?” He told me it was two fifties, at which point I laughed my ass off at him and told him to stick his wild claims up his ass. (No, I’m not bitchy (well, I am, but not unless provoked) but he was really mean about it and the money was never even his.)

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I find money in the dryer constantly. (Well, not so much anymore since I live with my family again and am really careful about checking my pockets.) It always made me really happy, even though I knew it was already mine. Unless it belonged to those creepy gnomes who used to break into my house in the middle of the night to steal ONE of my socks…

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IN the gutter today after reading this subject I found a ONE MILLION dollar bill. Yep, looks & feels like real money & its the right size. If only it were. sigh.

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I found a five dollar bill while walking home a couple months ago and I found a necklace.

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<sigh> Why am I getting the feeling I’ll get hell for this? Oh well. A few summers back we were on Cape Cod vacationing. We always get to Provincetown ( known locally as P-Town ) at least once. We do the whale watch, and the drag queen watch. Trust me, it makes for a terrific day and night. Wonderful people, great sights, awesome food.

We went into a place right on the main drag :eek:, for lunch. Usual sandwich joint. I found, on the floor, $ 450.00. Four hundreds, and a fifty. I stood there amazed, and then went to find the manager. I figured some frantic tourist would come back in a few moments.

I gave the manager the money, believing ( foolishly it turns out ) that he would do the right thing.

We went for our whale watch, and walked around. I made my family, and our vacationing partner family walk back there, JUST so I could go in and see if it had been claimed. The manager hemmed and hawwed and refused to give it to me, claiming that he should hold it just in case.

My mistake. I should have taken it to the P-Town police. The kids were stunned that I’d given it up at all, but a short but pissy lecture on stealing shut them up.

I figure the manager pocketed the money the second I left. Shit, I’D want someone to try to get it back to me. Maybe I’m just weird that way but I wouldn’t take advantage.

Found a checkbook in the Bronx Zoo once. Went to a payphone immediately-at the zoo- and got the owner’s phone # from directory info. Called, left them a voicemail telling them I’d found it. They were very grateful, and I FedEx’d it back the next day.

I’d like to think it’s not so unusual to react as such…

Cartooniverse

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I found a gold-and-diamond bracelet beside the rear tire of my car after leaving brunch one Sunday.
I thought it was play jewelry, but I picked it up anyway because, well, I’m a pack-rat.
Pulled itout of my pocket and showed it to the wife when we got home, and we both nearly puked.
Evidently, I hadn’t noticed the WEIGHT of the thing.
Sure FELT like gold!
Sure LOOKS like diamonds!
So, I called the manager of the restuarant where we had brunch. Gave my name and numbers in case the owner came back for it. Called the police and went to the station and turned it in.
…and then…
90 days later, an officer calls to ask me to pick up my property.
“Huh?” I said.
“The bracelet”, he said.
“What the HECK are you talking about?”

Seems that no one claimed it, and now I could rightfully keep it.
I have to admit, I felt BAD about keeping it. But GrizzWife assured me that her jewelry is covered by insurance, and that this bracelet probably was, too. And that the owner probably filed a claim and was reimbursed.

A few weeks later, my mother-in-law gives my wife a family heirloom cocktail ring. We get it appraised, photographed, and tucked into the safe-deposit box. And, just for fun, get the bracelet appraised, too.
Seems that the bracelet’s value is $2200.00.
So, now THE BRACELET is also in the safe-deposit box!

BONUS!

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I found a twenty in a cigarette pack when I was about 11 years old. That was a big deal for someone my age. Since then it’s been ones and the occasional five.