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Back in the 80s, I was at the Consumer Electronics Show in Vegas, and a guy left his wallet in our booth, stuffed with money.
I took it back to my room, and only removed his Driver's License, so I could see where he lived. I found out the area code for his city, called Information, and asked for his phone number. His name wasn't there, but there was one woman's listing with the same last name, so I called it, and reached his mother.
She was immediately worried, but I quickly explained that her son was fine, "But he left his wallet in my booth, and he's probably in a full on panic by now. Please call him, and let him know that he can pick it up at our booth tomorrow."
We didn't have cell phones back then, so she would have had to contact his company, find out what hotel he was staying in, and then get the message to him, but she must have done all that, because he came blasting into our booth the next morning, still in a panic.
I handed him his wallet, and he took out a $50 bill and tried to give it to me. I refused it, happy to do a good deed, but he threw it at me and ran out of the booth!
I was in Vegas, what do you think I did with it? It was gone 5 minutes after leaving my booth.