It wasn't while scrapping, but in 1990 I was stationed in Norfolk, VA. I always went to a barber off-base to get my hair cut since the Navy barbers were such hacks and I'm so good looking... *ahem*
Anyway, the barbershop was in a strip mall that had a Bank of America branch.
I stepped out of my car & stepped on an envelope. I could tell there was something in there. I kick-scooted it with my foot... it had some weight to it. I picked it up.
Lo and behold there were 17 crisp new $100 bills in there. No name, no account numbers, nothing else in the plain white envelope but the cash.
I looked around for the candid camera, but there was none. I pondered a moment and reluctantly headed for the BOA branch.
I asked to speak with the branch manager. She checked with all the tellers, no-one had had any transactions like that that day. I gave her my name & told her I'd be back next week to check with her. (This was way before po'folks like me had mobile phones!)
The next week she met with me and let me know that no-one had been in looking for it.
It was an epic party at the barracks that weekend.
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