When I was a kid (or younger than I am now, anyway), it was always exciting to find money you forgot you had. You know, you’d find it buried in a pants pocket, or under the couch or something. Cool! It’s a little different these days, of course, when I have more money than I did when I was 18 or 20. Today, on the bus back to NYC, I reached into my jacket pocket to adjust my iPod volume and found a $20 bill.

Now, this wasn’t a “misplaced” $20 bill. It was a “planted” $20 bill, and as a courtesy, I will avoid mentioning the name(s) of the villains who put it there. I suspect I even know why it was placed in my jacket to begin with and all I can say is that two wrongs don’t make a right. But I did notice it and there is no way that I could have “forgotten” about it. It’s simply not my $20 bill. So I am now in the position of owing these fiends $20 worth of food or drink at some later date. And I pay back all my debts.