>be 8 year old me. >find a wallet in the middle of the street with about 300 Dutch gilders in it. >instead of keeping it, decide to find the rightful owner and return it. >guy pulls up in car and says: "hey kid, did you just find that? That's probably mine!" >give it to the guy, good deed done. You feel awesome. He didn't give you a reward though. >later that day an old lady approaches you and asks if you found her wallet, you recognize her face from a picture in the wallet. She apparently really needed what was in it. >feel like huge dick for not checking if the guy was actually the owner. >cry a lot. [b]TLDR:[/b] life's not fair. It really isn't. When did you find out life's a bitch, guys and gals of the flood?