You know, this same thing happened to me yesterday. Popped to the Co-Op round the corner for a few bits and ended up with a bit more than I could comfortably carry - being a tight git, I didn't invest 5p in a plastic bag, and to make sure I could carry everything i rammed my wallet into my pocket with my phone. Back home 30 mins later I'm wandering round the house looking for my wallet, and conclude I must have dropped it between the shop and the house.
So I dash out down the road to find it by re-tracing my walk home, and there's a bloke coming the other way up the same street I'd walked up from Co-op; he looks quite shabby, like he's homeless of lives in a doss-house. Pushing a broken bike, he's got dirty clothes, looks unwashed and generally not the person you'd choose to next to on a bus (this was my thinking)....i thought to myself "well, I hope this bloke's not seen my wallet on the ground or it's a goner for sure"....he looks me up and down as we approach each other, he slows down and I get a feeling he's sussing me out.....then he says..."are you Mr Oucho*?" - turns out he'd found the wallet outside the shop and was walking round to my house to drop it off for me (must have got address from driving license). So I got it back via the human kindness of a bloke who 30 seconds before I'd written of as a scabby rotter! Sometimes life teaches you a lesson and yesterday it taught me not to be so bloody judgemental.
*obviously he used my actual surname!
