A number of year's ago now, my wife and I had started a business over in Georgia and a little while after getting the business off and running, I had gotten into the practice of starting out my work day with a couple of hours of early morning detecting on the nearby local fairgrounds. This, by the way, is a pleasant way to start of one's work day. Anyway, upon arriving at the site this particular morning to begin my searching where I had left off the previous morning, I spotted several beer cans scattered about a few yards out from my starting off spot. Since my car was nearby and I had a trash bag in it, I got the trash bag and walked out to pick up the beer cans. Upon picking up the cans, I spotted a crumpled bill laying nearby. Picking up the bill, I promptly noticed the crumpled bill was actuall two bills, and both were fifties. I thought to myself, " it really does pay to haul trash off from a site."
About an hour into my searching, I heard a noise like the slamming of a car door, and I noticed a young man, probably in his late teens, hurry out to the general area where I had found the beer cans and the two $50.00 bills. After a couple of minutes of hurriedly looking around, he began glancing over in my direction with an anxious look on his face. I let him squirm for another minute or so, before finally removing my headphones and walking over to inquire what he was doing. He stated he was looking for some money he had lost last night when he and his girl friend had been "setting in about this spot talking" and asked if I happened to find any. I stated, "I found a bunch of beer cans." He didn't say anything, but rather gave me a pleading look. I asked him how much had he lost and he promptly said, "two fifty dollar bills." I mentioned something to the effect about not littering and withdrew the two bills from my pocket and handed them to him. From the look on his face, I quickly stepped back, suspecting I was about to get kissed.
Jim