One time my ass left my wallet on top of my car at the gas station and it flew off as I drove away but dropped in the parking lot (didnt see it of course). An hour later some dude rolls up to house with my dog barking like crazy and he hands me my wallet. Luckily homie lived in the same neighborhood as me.
I take that as good karma for when I turned in someone's wallet at a different gas station years before. Found his business card in it, called him up to say where his wallet was at, then left it with the clerk.
So just return it breh...