I rode to work today, a beautiful clear & calm 25-degree start. But, that isn't the story today. In the locker room of the Health Club where I shower, I find a wallet in an empty locker. A leather wallet, stuffed so fat that it can't fully close, bills thick enough that they're poking out the edge. So I grab it and take it to the Manager, and she opens it to find out who's it is and says she'll call him.
After I shower, while I'm getting dressed, a guy comes in, goes straight to the locker where my stuff is now stored, looks in, turns around and leaves. I asked him if he was looking for his wallet, and he said yes. I told him I took it up to the office. He said, in an annoyed tone, "thanks".
I guess I expect too much. Most people in this office park health club know, or at least recognize, everyone else. This guy is new there. I guess I expected a more hearty thank you, and maybe a "nice to meet you". Seems like that would've taken a lot less energy than having to reclaim your life after an identity theft.