Posted on 12/08/2020 12:13:53 AM PST by nickcarraway
A northern Indiana man whose cash-filled wallet was accidentally thrown out got it back last week after a crew waded through tons of trash and found it, wet and smelly, near the bottom.
Logansport resident Robert Nolte said his wallet ended up in the trash Thursday when he asked a friend to throw out a pair of green camouflage pants that were covered in white paint. After his trash was hauled away, Nolte realized his wallet was missing and that it had been in the discarded pants.
At his wife's urging, he called a city code enforcement officer, Johnny Quinones, and explained the situation.
"I originally told the caller that there would be no way to find it," Quinones told the (Logansport) Pharos-Tribune.
You mean “lucky” in the sense that now his wife will not beat him to death for losing her beer money?
If we accidentally threw something in the garbage, no one is going to look for it.
Was his High School rubber still in it?
My sister went on vacation. Took all of her jewelry and put it in the trash can and covered it with tissues to hide it. Of course she forgot all about it on her return and tossed it all out. She had a lot of jewelry - although I think she did still have a ring of my mom’s and grandma’s necklace which she was wearing.
I don’t think it crossed her mind to call the dump.
“Was his High School rubber still in it?”
Wow does that bring back memories. LOL
That’s a nice story of good luck, but I would never put a group of already busy workers through such a gooey time consuming search just because i got careless.
That sounds like something Old World royalty or Zsa-Zsa Gabor would have done.
“Thank You,Dah-ling!”
Most likely it would have been cheaper to ask how much cash was in it.
Then just pay him that instead of spending all those dollars of pay that the workers cost.
Would have been so-oo easy to add that little bit of info, thus placing the entire story into better context!
Regards,
But then you wouldn't get to wade through tons or trash. I mean sentences.
Robert Nolte owes some folks a huge BBQ dinner.
I had the father of a girl I had just started dating ask to see my wallet one night when I went to pick her up.
He seemed happy to find just money and ID.
Glad he didn’t check the glove box in my Spitfire.
Reminds me of the time when I went dumpster diving in a huge trash container in the Pentagon, when the custodians reported finding classified documents in it. It turned out that some one had thrown away a couple of used “Secret” cover sheets that had coffee stains on them and fortunately there were no actual classified documents. At least the large (8x4x6 feet) container had only office trash. That happened about 1980, when I was a MI SSG.
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