Many, (many) years ago, my mate's old mum was a cleaner, worked early morning at some offices in Manchester. The old girl wasn't very clever on her feet, and would make her way to the bus stop on the main road. 0600 in the morning, and at the bus stop, in the road, is a large brown leather Gladstone bag. So she opened it. Stuffed full of cash, all used notes........And so she stood there, with the bag, hoping that someone would miss it, and maybe retrace their steps.
Missed her bus, (lost a days pay), but suddenly a Jag pulls up, guy gets out. He's a bookie, it transpired, and had left the bag on the roof of the car. He was chuffed. 7 grand in the bag, he said. Right, ta very much, climbed into the Jag, and roared away...........
Since then, un-named found cash is ALL MINE!!
Missed her bus, (lost a days pay), but suddenly a Jag pulls up, guy gets out. He's a bookie, it transpired, and had left the bag on the roof of the car. He was chuffed. 7 grand in the bag, he said. Right, ta very much, climbed into the Jag, and roared away...........
Since then, un-named found cash is ALL MINE!!