In the mid 1970s
I lived with my folks in a cottage that stood on it's own about a mile from the nearest village, on what was then the main road between South Wales and the Midlands. (Now bypassed by the A449.)

One summer morning, in the school hols, I found a wallet at the bottom of our drive, stuffed full of crisp pound notes, for such things still existed. There was about £50 in there, a tidy sum back then, and a fortune to an eight-year-old Shinyshinyscalp.

What was also in there was a receipt. Being a Good Little Boy, I decided I had to find out who the owner of the lost wallet was, and return it, along with his cash (it was clearly a man's wallet; such gender stereotyping as was typical of 1975-6). This was no mean task back then. No internet, no mobiles, etc. Assisted by my Dad, I rang the shop that issued the receipt and asked them if they remembered the transaction on such & such date and, if so, who it was with.

Did they have any contact details? Luckily it was a tailor's who had done some alterations, so they had a name and number, which I rang and said "hello sir I've found your wallet it's got money and tickets and things in it so if you give me your name and address I will send it back to you please thank you". My mum even helped me to get a postal order to the value so we could safely post it all.

In reply I got a nice letter back and a postal order for £5. (10%)

As a postscript, for my 16th birthday in 1983 I went shopping in Bath with my folks, with my own £50 birthday money (worth much less by then, these being the days of 10%+ inflation). I too lost it, but luckily I'd put a card in (made with the sweat of my own brow and the materials and photocopier my dad let me use at his small business) with my contact details.

A month later I got it posted back to me with a note saying that the guy sending it had kept £20 (40%) "for my trouble". My conclusion was that the inhabitants of Bath were 35% more cuntish than me.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 17:57, 5 replies)

jesus
the guy admitted he stole £20 off you? What a spectacular cunt.
( mictoboy shitting in your cunt since, Thu 9 Feb 2012, 20:21, closed)

That's what I thought, too

( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Mon 13 Feb 2012, 17:05, closed)

I was that man
Well, actually no, but a young lad did find my dropped wallet and nagged his dad into contacting me and returning it. All the money was gone (before he found it), but I didn't mind as I was in a good mood that day - in fact I'd dropped it while walking the girl I'd pulled the night before home, and had just found out that she worked as a stripper!
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 10 Feb 2012, 14:23, closed)

Are you sure you weren't driving her home in your honda accord?
(MayorBoris, Fri 10 Feb 2012, 19:24, closed)

Definitely wasn't me
'cos I made a point of returning all the cash too.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Mon 13 Feb 2012, 17:06, closed)