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You could make up a story about that tenner, the bloke who found it on the way to the hospital to visit his mum and used it to buy her some flowers and the fiver change he dropped in the hospital car park, which was found by a nurse on their way home after a long day who treated herself to a ready meal rather than having to cook, but dropped a quid change on the way out of the supermarket, which was found by a kid who used it to buy their younger sibling a chocolate bar by way of an apology for getting them in trouble, but dropped 1p change on the floor, which was pointed out by a parent to a stroppy toddler who happily clutched it all day because it brought them luck.
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I was on a walk with my dad once in Devon I think, and I found a few quid and bits of change on the floor. I was thrilled. Then I found some more and I thought it was christmas. Then I found a fiver and shit went through the roof. I was 6 maybe, this was lots of sweet. I was now running ahead on the path with eyes fixed down, determined to find some more. Low and fucking behold there was £10! I'm basically uncontrollably excited. So many sweets. Keep going - £20!!!! This is the best day of my life. My Dad starts to look a bit uncomfortable. Can I really be allowed to keep all of this? Anyway, I'm screeching along the path looking for more treasure. Only to find a lady's purse. Clearly it had been half falling from her bag, leaving a trail of money and then finally the purse itself hopped out. I have never known a sadness like my Dad telling me we had to put all the money back in the purse and hand it in to the police. Tears for days and I'm not sure I've really got over the grieving for those sweets...
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once I was late for an important meetup as I'd been swimming with my cousins at the pool and lost track of time, I was running to the bus stop which would have got me there but about 30 minutes late with a good chance the person i was meeting having left by then and this being pre-mobile era for most people no way of letting them know.
out of the corner of my eye i saw a flash of purple so turned around and saw it was a £20. this meant i could get a taxi and be there bang on time, so i went into a shop to treat myself to a can of coke and some sweets on the way to the cab rank.
I arrive on time, pay the taxi and meet the person as planned, I proceed to tell them about my excellent luck and reach in my pocket to find the remaining tenner from my haul only to realise it had fallen out of my pocket in the taxi.
a better man than I might have seen this as the universe making sure I got what i needed to be where i was supposed to be. personally I'm still fucking livid that I lost a tenner 26 odd years later.