Growing up, I found a money clip on a ski slope with about $20 in it.
Two weeks ago I was walking to lunch in downtown Oakland, and found a set of master keys to the city's electronic parking meters just dangling out of the keyhole in one of the meters. Essentially, the access to both the innards and cash reserve of hundreds of electronic parking meter machines across downtown.
I really pondered this one for a while, but in the end did the Good Girl Scout routine and gave them back to a city parking enforcement person I encountered at an ATM while walking back from lunch to work. He was stunned, and asked me, "Do you know what you're holding?" to which I replied, "I think the real question is, do you know what I'm holding? Because the way I see it, it's access to hundreds of small pots of gold all over Oakland." He was grateful, and based on the location of where I told him I found them, even knew whose keys they were. He told me that it's a major pain in the ass for the parking employee if they lose their keys.
I walked away still feeling ambivalent about not using the keys for my own gain, but feeling much happier about potentially having saved someone's job from the crushing bureaucratic heel of oppression that is the City of Oakland. So, I suppose the moral here is something along the lines of, it's people and not cash that matters.
A duffel bag with $200,000 in it. Turned it in to the police, it had traces of cocaine so they kept it. I think they got some police equipment with it. I have no problem with that.
A lot of cash has traces of cocaine on it. I forgot where I read that, but apparently folks like to roll bills and snort.