John Bingham wrote: ↑Tue Jun 11, 2019 10:27 pm It's a real dick move. It's no big deal if you just pick up a lost bill off the floor, but if you have seen who dropped it it's different. Twice within a short period in Europe I was walking behind people who dropped their wallets, and I just scooped them up and returned them to their owners. I did have a quick squeeze/ peek though.
Another time I was drunk as hell coming from a vodka bar walking by Soho Square and noticed this junkie in a wide doorway loads of them used to camp in who had a posh leather handbag. I grabbed it off him and said "You knicked this, you twat", and went on my way. So on the bus I had a look in the bag and wallet full of cards and tried to figure out whose it was. It was easy to find the owner, but they were ex-directory. I kept at it and eventually got put through. Dear me, this guy went mental! He at first demanded to know how I got his "secret" number and then got even weirder and put me on to his irate wife. WTF? I told them I'd had enough, I was only trying to help and if they wanted their property it would be with the receptionist at the place I worked for at the time. I know they came and picked it up but they didn't send thanks or anything - the ungrateful pricks. Made me wish I'd just let that junkie keep it.

John Bingham wrote: ↑Tue Jun 11, 2019 10:27 pm It's a real dick move. It's no big deal if you just pick up a lost bill off the floor, but if you have seen who dropped it it's different. Twice within a short period in Europe I was walking behind people who dropped their wallets, and I just scooped them up and returned them to their owners. I did have a quick squeeze/ peek though.
Another time I was drunk as hell coming from a vodka bar walking by Soho Square and noticed this junkie in a wide doorway loads of them used to camp in who had a posh leather handbag. I grabbed it off him and said "You knicked this, you twat", and went on my way. So on the bus I had a look in the bag and wallet full of cards and tried to figure out whose it was. It was easy to find the owner, but they were ex-directory. I kept at it and eventually got put through. Dear me, this guy went mental! He at first demanded to know how I got his "secret" number and then got even weirder and put me on to his irate wife. WTF? I told them I'd had enough, I was only trying to help and if they wanted their property it would be with the receptionist at the place I worked for at the time. I know they came and picked it up but they didn't send thanks or anything - the ungrateful pricks. Made me wish I'd just let that junkie keep it.