Ok, time to resurrect my "lost" story, which still amazes me. I lived in Jersey City and commuted to Manhattan a few years ago. One day in Manhattan I was wearing a jacket with something wrong with the pocket, and while I was leaving the subway, someone chased me down. I had dropped a $5 bill! I thanked them very much and stupidly put the $5 back in the same pocket. That afternoon, someone shouted at me! You guessed it, the same $5 had fallen out of my pocket AGAIN as I left the turnstyle area and someone else ran after me and gave it to me.

So, the honest people are out there...