You always return the wallet. This is not a Christian thing, this is just a human thing. But here’s the pros and cons.
Number one scenario: it belongs to an insanely rich person. If you keep this wallet they will barely miss that money because they have plenty, however the police will work very hard to find you and then they will beat the ever living shit out of you and you will be sent to jail for stealing from an oligarch.
Scenario two: it belongs to somebody for whom this is their entire life savings and without it they will become destitute. You will face no repercussions for keeping the wallet and the money because they have no power. But you will have completely destroyed someone else’s life which makes you a vile disgusting POS.
Scenario three: it belongs to a drug dealer. And eventually that drug dealer will find you and murder your entire family because you stole from some cartel somewhere. Because the war on drugs has made drug cartels insanely powerful and contemptuous of the rule of law.
If ID, back to owner. If no ID, finders keepers.
Wallet? What wallet?
A child of God is supposed to find the rich fuck of an owner (probably a criminal because who else has this much cash with them) and give it back. However, I’m not a child of an imaginary sadistic friend so I would take it, give the money to the homeless shelter behind my house and the animal shelter nearby, and bring the rest of the wallet to the police so they can deal with it.
I genuinely think I might just leave it there. Looks too suspicious. That is no ordinary person’s money.
Fuck the wallet while saying a prayer?
I guess this is supposed to be money (not a bag of waste paper)? Bring it to the lost-and-found office or police, if nobody is around.
And no, my parents aint god.
Kill myself, because AI has begun generating things IRL
I once found like 200$ in 20$ bills on the ground in a park near my home.
I live in Hochelaga, Montréal. It is the neighborhood with the most homeless encampments in all of Québec.
There just so happened to be a bus across the street that serves hot food and gives clothes to the homeless from the “Dans la rue” non profit organization.
I walked up to the bus and asked if they took donations. They said yes. So I gave them the money.
If I ever win the big prize at the lottery, I’m going to help anyone I can in my neighborhood and my city to find shelter, food and clothes and allow them to be independent so they can get their life back on track.
And I also want to open a grocery co-op in my neighborhood and expand across the province to compete with the price gouging grocery chains in Canada that are responsible for food insecurity and inflation.
And that’s why you will never be a billionaire.
Good!
Did everyone clap?
You can’t even conceive of a person donating $200 that they found rather than keeping it? That’s sad.
How much do you guys think that is, assuming it’s all 100 USD bills? 3000 USD?
Since God doesn’t exist the real question is “As a child of your parents, what’s your next move?” And answer to that question tells a lot about the person.
This much money, I would try my best to find the owner and return. I’m a total antireligionist and atheist and the guilt would eat me alive.
I would also try to return as much as is practical, but this thing isn’t even going to fold up in my pocket for safekeeping unless I take out a few bills.
I’d try to return it to the owner, which will allow me to forget the whole situation eventually.
If I kept it, I would never forget that I did that. For some reason, things like that stick around in my brain for decades.
I’ve lived my entire life so far without that person’s money, so I’ll continue to be fine without it.
I found £80 on the floor about 25 years ago. I don’t remember much else about that time, but I do still sometimes worry whether I fucked someone’s important bills over by picking it up.
You’re absolutely right
smoke dat shit
Check for ID. If there is none, then it’s mine.
Well, I guess, if it’s some place with like a front desk, I’d consider leaving contact info if someone comes looking. But, really, it’s mine now.






