I found a check for over $1000 once. I mailed it back to the company address printed on it.
I found a $100 bill under a seat in a theater once but I saw the man sitting behind me going through his wallet so I knew he had dropped it.
Many times I’ve found $20 bills on the street.
I found three $1 bills in a McDonald’s parking lot once. As I was putting them in my pocket, I spotted three $20 bills on the ground nearby, so $63 in all. There was nobody nearby who was obviously looking for it.
Yeah, I realized after I’d posted my example of seeing someone drop $20 and giving it back to him couldn’t really be considered a find. :rolleyes:
I found a dime while out walking yesterday. Can’t even make a phone call with that nowadays. Or find a pay phone for that matter.
Me personally was $10 when I was about 12. My nephew found a $100 bill on the beach in Newport (CA) when he was 6 or 7.
I found 3 hundred-dollar bills on the ground by a car–right next to the driver’s side door–in an office complex parking lot. I turned it in to the receptionist in the front lobby. I described the car and the receptionist immediately knew who it was, so I figured the money got back to the right person.
I found 4 20.00 bills in the gutter one time several feet apart. This was in the 1950’s so it was worth about $500.00 in today’s money. An acquaintance of mine is is less than 1 year out of prison having served nearly 20 years, living in a 1/2 way house and pretty well broke found a back pack with $1,500.00 in it a few weeks ago in a 7 eleven parking lot. To my shock he turned it in and the owner recovered it leaving him no reward.
I found a wallet on the sidewalk that had over $200 in it , I brought it home and called the owner . Her husband answered the phone and said his wife had just cash her paycheck and was going with their daughter to get an ice cream and lost her wallet . She been crying for hours 
, the guy came and got the wallet and wanted to give me some money and I said That Ok but he really wanted me to get it b/c they didn’t think they would see their money again . I just found a $50 dollars bill on a snowbank a few days ago while out with my dog ! I am not sure what I will buy with it yet ! 
If I do find a wallet again I will bring it to the police station .
I have actually found a $100 bill on the street. Quite the nice feeling.
Technically not real money, but a person other than myself might have been able to make it real. In the 80s in West Hollywood where I worked, I was coming out of Ed’s Diner on Robertson Blvd., and I saw a new, clean envelope on the sidewalk, clearly not casual trash, so I picked it up. Inside was a check, a cashiers check, almost liquid, for $20,000.:eek: Nothing I could do with it, so I walked it up to the West Hollywood police station and gave it to them. I always wondered how hard it would be for the “right person” to get that laundered fast enough.
I found a $100 bill outside a Safeway once. Walked into the store and found the most solid-looking cashier and gave it to her. She said she’d keep it but I should tell the manager what I’d done, but she wasn’t around so I wrote a note with my phone # on it and left it with the cashier. Later that afternoon the cashier called me and told me a young man had, without much hope, asked her if anyone turned in a $100, and she gave it to him. Told me he was extremely elated, it was a lot of money to him.
Even later, the manager called me and without letting me even speak started yelling at me about how the store can’t be responsible for lost items outside their store and that I had created a big problem in bookkeeping because no one was going to claim it. I told they already had. There was a long silence. Then she said in a completely different voice, “you know, there aren’t a lot of people who would have turned that money in.” I said, “that’s just how my mother raised me.” Which was nothing more than the truth. Anyone in my family would have done the same.
I’ve found wallets twice with minimal amounts of cash, around 50 bucks maybe, but credit cards also in them.
On both occasions I took them home, found the contacts through Google and made arrangements to return the wallets intact. I refused to accept any reward.
One time over 30 years ago when I was seriously broke, I was doing my morning walk very early-- probably around 7 am-- and I spotted a checkbook lying in the gutter. I picked it up and there was a bunch of cash tucked into it, around $200. Because it was a checkbook, there was an address and phone number. I went to a pay phone (long before cell phones) and called. A woman answered and started shrieking with joy when I told her I had found the $$. She had been mugged the night before and the guy took her wallet, but she had tucked the cash from her paycheck in the checkbook and he didn’t think of that–just threw it in the gutter. She lived nearby so I walked toward her house and she came running out in her nightgown and barefoot, overjoyed. She was so hysterical that she didn’t think to offer me any reward (which I definitely could have used, as I was down my my last $25 or so in the world), but oh well. I did my good deed that day.
$300.62. Three hundreds and some change. Found it at work in an area where two departments come together on the way out. I sent a group e-mail to both departments saying I found money and if they could tell me how much it was theirs to recover. I know most people in both departments so got tons of joke replies. After a week I had almost given up. I then found out a very good friend of mine had pulled her gloves out of her pocket on her way out for a family trip to Orlando and this was her “pocket money” for miscellaneous expenses. She contacted me once she got back and of course I had to give her a hard time and tell her I wouldn’t believe her until she knew the exact amount of change. I did of course give it back to her.
The money for the whole harvest.
I’ve got no idea how much it was, didn’t count it. I was 9 or 10 (10 I think); found a wallet bursting with money (the largest denomination available at the time, I’d only seen one of those before and here’s a wallet full of them), thought “I’ll check if there’s ID or a business card or something and give it to Dad, he can take it wherever, and if there’s no ID he can take it to the police”. Found ID and it was just around the corner from my house, the short building where I’d sometimes seen a tractor. Since it was so close I just took it there. The very-frazzled guy who opened the door was very short, not much taller than myself (what we in Northern Spain call “iberian stock” or “from Soria”: they’re little but can punch you to the next province) and oh so relieved to get his wallet back! He gave me 400 pesetas, which was more money than I’d ever had at any one time. I tried to explain that he didn’t have to, but he said “it’s the money from the harvest, please take it, I really really owe you!” so I did take it and I put it in my bank account.
I think I didn’t have 400 pesetas together again until I was 14.
My brother and I sat down in the McDonalds at Northlake Mall in Atlanta (or perhaps Perimeter Mall) during the Great Olympic Giveaway Boondoggle and there, stuck in the fold of the seat cushions, were six $100 bills.
No, we did not turn it in. We bought a colecovision with a chunk of it, I remember. Good times.
26 Dollars when I was a young kid.
couple of $10 bills here and there over the years
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a $50 on the floor at Target. I gasped like Mr. Bean and stepped on it, looked around casually before picking it up and wandering away.
Found $100 at the Blockbuster I worked at. Immediately turned it in to my boss. A customer came by to pick it up later.
I once found a fairly large denomination bill lying on the sidewalk between a house and a fancy car parked just outside. I assumed that someone had dropped it while getting out of the car and going into the house, so I picked it up and went to the house and rang the bell.
A woman looked out of the window and gave me the finger - I’m not sure why, perhaps she thought I was selling something. I certainly didn’t look like a beggar. I rang again, but nobody came to the door.
So I walked off and kept the money. :)
One autumn night, while walking down a quiet street, I noticed that something looked odd in the fallen leaves. I poked at it with a toe–and found a ten-dollar bill. Given that I was maybe 15 or 16 at the time, and ten bucks then is more like $40 today, it was quite the find.