A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...<p>I moved to the Bay Area from Lake Tahoe. It was the second or third day of my new job, and I had to bring in my paperwork for human resources. Took BART downtown from the East Bay, then rode my bike to the office. I must have missed a zipper in my backpack, and my wallet (along with my social security card, credit cards, and some cash) decided to bail out somewhere downtown.<p>I didn't realize it right away, but rather that night when I actually needed to get everything to HR. I immediately called to get my cards turned off, but was pretty worried having my social security card and drivers license out in the wild. I was able to plead my case with an AC Transit bus driver, get a free ride back to the East Bay, and planned on drinking one of the few beers I had in my fridge.<p>Some point during that beer, there was a knock on the door. The person on the other side was from the south bay, had a meeting in the city, and had my wallet in hand. He took the time to go well out of his way to return my identity. Only thing he asked for?<p>Pass it on.<p>So happy to hear another story like this.