I Just Walked Past a $1,000 bill.
Walking to the grocery store to get some exercise in, I passed a parked black car with heavily- tinted windows, including the windshield. I could barely make out two people sitting in the front (a side glance only–I did not stare). About 20 feet farther on, there was a crumpled $1,000 bill sitting so that I could easily see the number on the bill. It looked genuine. I slowed to look at it, but did not stop, and certainly did not touch it. When I came back that way about 10 minutes later, the bill and the car people were gone.
Were they some local yokels playing a gag? Were they demented journalists looking for a story? Were they you-know-whos hoping to get in a you-know-what? Was there no connection and I just passed up some easy money?
If you come upon a crumpled-up high-denomination bill on a sidewalk, make your own decision–but make it the right one. I recommend not stopping to talk to the car people nearby. I learned a bit of the tradecraft when in the military–that is something that keeps you slightly paranoid the rest of your life.