This Man Lost His Wallet At A Concert And Got The Best Note Back In Return
New York is a city rich in many things: culture, rats, dollar pizza, financial inequality, expensive drinks. It is not a city known for its hospitality. “You New Yorkers are always out for yourselves,” says your grandma at the Thanksgiving table when you forget to pass the green beans to the right. “You’re so selfish! You never think about anyone else!”
Is this true? Yes and no. New Yorkers are brusque but helpful: Stop anyone on the street to ask where the Macy’s is and as long as you make it clear that you’re not asking the for a cigarette or for money, they’ll certainly point you in the right direction. Nowhere is this sentiment more apparent than in the bittersweet tale of Reilly Flaherty, his lost wallet and the anonymous, sort-of selfish stranger who returned it — after taking the cash to buy weed.
According to the New York Post, Flaherty lost his wallet at a Wilco (lol, sure) concert and probably never expected to see it again. But a couple weeks later, it came back in the mail. Conspicuously absent from the wallet were a few important items.
“I was perplexed by this plain white envelope. Is this anthrax?” he said. “I open it up and sure enough, it’s just the credit card and pretty much everything that’s of no value to me.”
By then, he had already canceled his cards and replaced his license, he explained.
In addition to the MetroCard and cash, Flaherty was robbed of a $10 Barnes & Noble gift certificate and Mr. Shiny’s shoeshine loyalty card, “which was a real drag because I almost had a free shine,” he lamented.
There was also a delightful note explaining the good Samaritan’s intentions.
Here is what the note says:
Dear Reilly Flaherty,
I found your wallet and your drivers license had your address so here’s your credit cards and other important stuff. I kept the cash because I need weed, the metro card because well the fare’s $2.75 now and the wallet cause it’s kinda cool. Enjoy the rest of your day.
Who among us hasn’t done something like this? I found a wallet once on the bus in Boston when I was in college. I returned it to the person it belonged to but I kept all the quarters and did laundry for weeks, content in knowing that the money I took was my finder’s fee. I respect this anonymous good Samaritan’s hustle and appreciate their honesty. Weed isn’t cheap, the subway is too expensive, and you try finding a nice wallet and you tell me how easy it is. That’s how this world works, kids. It’s time that we finally see the truth.