Every now and then, I’ll spot money on the ground. I guess I have a “sixth sense” for spotting the stuff from working at banks.
Normally, I don’t find myself moved to write about it, but today I caught that certain green on the floor at the grocery store. I pick up the rumpled and wadded-up paper and it’s not just a buck or two, but SIXTY DOLLARS!
Figuring someone would be in a world of hurt for losing that much dough, I headed to the customer service desk and asked if anyone had come to them looking for lost money. Nobody had. I had just arrived at the store, so I started doing my shopping. When I was ready to check out, I inquired again at the desk. Still, nobody had come to them looking for money. It’s my lucky day!
At least you got to keep it immediately. I work at Six Flags over Texas, and their policy for found money dictates that it must be turned in, and if unclaimed for 30 days it will be returned to the employee who found it. 30 days! That’s a lot of suspense!
I used to work at a craft store, and once during Christmas I went outside for a cigarette break and saw a little wad of green in the parking lot.
It was a ten dollar bill wrapped around a twenty dollar bill…and I was so broke at that point it might as well have been ten thousand. Made my week.
Once when I was waitressing, I had a table with a $40 tab stiff me, even though they paid the tab with a hundred-dollar bill. They were the last people to sit at that table.
When I swept underneath their booth an hour later, I swept up a crisp $20 bill.
Btw, I once did an informal “study” on the chances of people noticing money on the floor, gotpasswords, and you would be right in assuming that most people don’t.
A dollar from somebody–don’t know who–dropped on the ground at work (I work at a bar) and I watched it for an hour, and counted how many people walked over it, past it, or near it.
45 people walked by that bill–even played pool next to it–and never even noticed it! Cement floor, bright green dollar bill, and no one ever saw it.
Let’s see, finding money. . .at an amusement park once, I found a $20.00 bill on the ground. I was with my nephew. He and I decided that turning it in would be pretty pointless, since it’s hard to positively ID a bill like that, and agreed to keep it and split it.
Years ago, I used to shop at a grocery store that had a neat system for influencing people to return their carts: There was a little “drawer” in the handle of the cart. It attached to a chain and a seatbelt-style latch. It locked into the cart in front of it. To unlock it, you put two quarters in the drawer and closed it. This unlocked the cart. When you returned the cart, you locked it into the one infront of it, thereby opening the drawer so you could retrieve your money. Every single time I went to that store, I would find several random unreturned carts in the parking lot, return them and collect the money. Usually made a couple of bucks per shopping trip.
One other time, I found an entire purse in the child seat of a shopping cart. Don’t know if there was any money in it, though. I took it right in to customer service and turned it in.
The other day, I was in FYE purchasing a couple of DVDs (Spideran and Stripes - wunna those ‘buy one, get one free’ sales). Got to the register, and couldn’t find the $20 bill that I just KNOW I had in my hand a moment ago. Commence pani searching through the wallet, the pants pockets, everywhere, nothing but lint, and the single dollar bills I needed to complete the purchase. And of course, there is a line of people behind me, no the ‘ohshitshitshit gotta find it i really look like an idiot’ factor is increasing proportionately with all the stares and muttering. Finally ended up apologizing to the clerk and walking away.
I started walking back to the sales section to return the DVDs, and lo and behold, there is my $20 sitting on the floor, with people walking over it. Amazing how anyone could miss a green paper on a purple carpet - further, I had accordion-folded it, and when it fell, it was standing on the long side, like a little billboard saying “TAKE ME!!!”
One week between the hubby and I we found 35 quid ($50 roughly). Quite good considering dosh was getting low.
Hubby found 20 pound one day in the shopping centre. Just on the floor. Tons of people walked right past it. :rolleyes:
I’m always picking up change. It’s amazing how many people walk past change - 1p, 2p, 5p especially. IMO, it all adds up, albeit eventually. But even 10p can get you summat to eat over here.
Heck, my divorce was paid for with $400 in pennies!!! So, you never know when all that change will come in handy
My folks found a filofax in a Walmart carpark last year. When they opened it up it was full of checks, hundreds in cash, several credit cards, ID and various accounts and password information.
When they phoned the fella he wasn’t even aware he had lost it. He was bloody lucky. Had anyone else from that neighbouthood found it he would have been taken to the cleaners (probably).
Just goes to show ya that you should pay attention. You never know what you may find.
Well, this isn’t found money, but yesterday I was at the grocery store, waiting to check out behind three people in a row who couldn’t figure out how to use their food stamps or something. I was getting all antsy and edgy (I hate crowds, and the store was really, really crowded), and I looked out the window just as a truck drove by with huge lettering on the side:
Speaking of food called “BIMBO,” when I was in France in the summer of 2000 the fast-food restaurant Quick had a pasta salad called the “(something) Bimbo.” I can’t remember what it was, and I checked their website; they’ve changed the menu. Anyone know what I’m talking about?
