It pays to look down.

I ran out to get smokes, and on my way back, I saw a folded up dollar bill, laying in the street.

I look around, and the street is empty, so I scoop it up, and throw it in my pocket. When I get home to unfold it, and put in my wallet, I realize it is actually a $100 bill [!].

I feel sorry for whomever lost it, and a little guilty. I think I may give it as a donation to one of homeless shelters downtown.