This is UNHEARD-OF in New York #151

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This literally just happened. 

This never happens. 

It would definitely never happen in New York- a city with twice the population of New Zealand. 

I was walking back to the train station with a friend. It was midnight. My friend says "Hey look someone left their handbag on the side walk". We take a closer look and there's money spilling out of it. My brain says to me Morgs that will be stolen if you don't pick it up. I pick it up and start looking for a police officer to give it to. I then consider the thought that I don't trust the police officer to hand it in- there's a lot of money. What do I do with it? We continue walking for a while. Suddenly (I have no idea what possesses me to do this) I walk over to these two woman sitting by the road. One of them is on the phone. I ask, "Excuse me this doesn't belong to you does it?". The look on their faces was priceless. They start screaming and yelling "Holy fucking shit! Holy fucking shit! That's OUR FRIENDS BAG! She's back at the bar searching for it. Holy fucking shit. No fucking way! Nooo Fuuuucccckkkiing way. Are you serious. Are we being Punk'd?" (this went on for a while). A bit shocked I don't know what to do. The women nearly start crying. They tell me the full name and contents of what's in the handbag. It was indeed their friends bag. They start hugging me. I'm still in shock that of the 8million people in this city I randomly pick them to ask. And I get it right. I can't even explain to you how that felt. Success. Let's just say I'll go to sleep happy tonight. 

To the woman who lost her orange scallop shaped handbag on the corner of Bowery and E Houston tonight, look after it because it may not be me that finds your bag next time. You're one in a million. 

Peace, Morgs