$20. wrapped around a blank check. I picked them both up, read the name on the check, and got my manager’s attention. She was very grateful, given that both belonged to her.
I was about 7-8 when I found a purse at the park in the apartment complex we lived in. I had to open it to figure out to whom it belonged to. In the wallet, along with a drivers license, there was about $2000. I was shocked. The address was for somewhere in our complex. Thinking I should do the right thing, I returned it to the rightful owner. The lady answered the door and saw me holding her purse. I think she thought I stole it. She immediately went into her wallet to count the money. It was all there and I could tell she was relieved. I was standing there half expecting some sort of ‘reward’ for returning that amount of cash. She gave me a dollar. A fucking dollar… I still can’t believe it to this day.
Wow, that makes me feel a lot better about my wallet-returning experience.
I found an old lady’s wallet on a train once. It had all her checks, credit cards, and $60 cash.
On the checks were a phone number, which I repeatedly tried to call over several days, leaving messages, but no call back. (she must not really want her wallet back, I’m thinking…) At this point I admit I was tempted to just take the cash and send back the wallet with the cards and checks through the mail. But the address on her license was quite close to where I live, so I decided to drop by in person as a show of good faith.
She wasn’t there when I arrived, but another lady calling herself her roommate was. I didn’t want to just leave it with this person, so I had her call the wallet’s owner, who was at work at the time. But I spoke to her on the phone to tell her I had found her wallet, and I was giving it to her roommate with $60 in it. She was delighted, and told me to leave my address so she could thank me. “Cool, a reward after all” I think. But that was a few months ago, and my mailbox is still empty. I’m still figuring out the moral of the story, but I’m guessing overall karma has to be involved here.
(in fact, now that I think about it… there was a time some weeks/months ago when I was getting in my car and some guy kept yelling at me. I had no idea what he was saying and wasn’t even sure he was talking to me, but he kept yelling. I almost drove off, but had the distinct feeling he was addressing me so I get out of my car and see that he’s pointing to the ground right by my door, where some loose cash had fallen out of my pocket. It was about $10, but from where he was standing it could have been $500 and he wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference, and he could have easily waited until I drove away to pick it up. So maybe that was my reward :))
Many years ago my wife and I found a wallet whilst out walking the dog. License, credit cards, maybe a little cash, I don’t remember. Its owner lived nearby, so we gave him a call. He came by to get it about a half hour later with a bottle of wine and 5 lottery tickets as our reward. It was very sweet.
The most money that I can claim having found is a measly $5.00. It was a roll of dimes I found on the ground after getting off the school bus. I was in the 8th grade at the time.
$ 100 bill in a parking lot.
$30 outside of a convenience store one early morning after a night of clubbing.
Bought RedBulls for everyone.
Just the other week, I went to my local Coinstar machine, in a grocery store, to convert my change into an Amazon gift certificate. Not only was there ~$9 in coins just sitting in the machine, there was also a printed receipt for a couple bucks. I thought if the receipt was relatively recent, the person might still be in the store and liable to come back for it. But it was more than three hours old, so it payed for my groceries instead. The coins payed for my new copy of Watership Down. 
Hundred dollar bill on the 17th green of a popular golf course on the Oregon coast. I even took it into the clubhouse, where the cashier told me that if I left it there, someone would just pocket it. So it paid for my round, several lost balls, and a couple of drinks. Nice.
I’m still waiting for someone to say they found $400 on the side of the freeway! 
Last month when we were weeding the garden we found a roll of quarters, a roll of nickels and a roll of pennies. :dubious: :eek:
Have no idea where they could have come from. They appeared to be thrown there from some distance away, possible from the front of the house 'cause the whole backyard (where the garden is) is fenced off.
I lost about $135 along with my ID’s and credit cards for about 1 hour last year. Someone else on the golf course found them and returned everything to the clubhouse, cash intact. They left no name or number.
There are good people out there.
I found $100 a couple of weeks ago on the floorboard of my car. But it was one that had fallen out of my purse about a week earlier.
Other than that, I found a dollar in the parking garage at the Wynn Casino. It was half of the tip on our first round of drinks before dinner.
Fifteen years ago, I found between $100 and $200 in a wallet without identification in a public park.
$97 in ones and fives rolled up neatly, on the floor of a theater I was sweeping.
In my high school days, our vice principal was a Legend In His Own Time because one day back in the 70s he had found a briefcase full of (presumed) drug money in the parking lot of the local library and turned it in to the police. No one really knew exactly how much was in the briefcase, but it was in the tens of thousands.
In my senior year, word got 'round that they finally had returned it to him, after failing to find the true owner. I asked him one day in the hall, and he he coyly said “Yeah… I got me some money.”
I always figured it was a mixed blessing to find it since you would live in fear of the bad guys finding you.
I bought a used paperback boxed set of The Chronicles of Narnia several years ago. I left it on the shelf untouched until I decided to reread the books before the movie came out. Much to my surprise, when I removed The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe from the box, three $20 bills fell out.
The only money I’ve ever found was $10, lying still on the snow, on the path on the way to the store, illuminated by moonlight. It was a New Year’s Eve and I was stone broke, unable to go and celebrate with my friends. That bought my bus ticket, and a good time was had by all.
I once found a $20 bill.
It was in 1967 and I was three years old. I was more money than I could comprehend.
We were pretty poor, and it was an enormous amount of money, even to my mom. Still, it was not taken from me.
Mom put up some signs, but no one came forward.
Mom opened a savings account in my name with that $20.
I found $10 on the floor of a math classroom while in college. I kept it.
My dog found two $100 bills at the baseball park. It was late fall and I was the only human around; I took the money and went to PetSmart, where doggy got to pick out a deluxe rawhide bone.
I found a 20 dollar bill twice, once at an outdoor rock concert and once blowing down the sidewalk.
I have found $2000. Or rather, the fellows at the Lost & Found did.
I had forgotten my bag on the train in Tokyo, so I went back to the station I had gotten off of, and they called ahead to have someone grab my bag at another station. Which, having done they wanted me to verify they had grabbed the right one and started asking what it had in it. “Eh…just my schoolwork so pens, paper, and lots of drawings…” And they (talking on the phone with the guys who have my bag) ask back, “No money?”
“Hm? No, I don’t have any money in my bag.”
“There’s $2000 in it.”
“Oh…well I guess it’s not my bag.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sage Rat”
“Well there’s $2000 in your bag.”
“… Well…I’m certainly happy to take it… There’s really $2000 in my bag?”
“Yes”
So I went to the other station to get it. And looking in find the envelope that had my first paycheck (in cash) from my company from before they had gotten my bank info (about four months previous.) Woops.
Takes skill to forget about the existance of $2000.