The Same Guy.
So my mate Craig (the driver)and I (passenger) were heading home from town turning onto a side road, when he saw something in the middle of the road.
"What's that" he asked, "someone's lost a wallet" I replied.
With screeching tyres and a cloud of dust Craig stopped the vehicle and jumped out (dodging oncoming traffic!) to retrieve the item.
Looking at the cards inside we saw that it belonged to a disabled pensioner about 30 kilometres away.
Craig rang the police while I googled his name without finding a phone number to match his address, the lady police person tried ringing his number but there was no answer.
She suggested taking the wallet to the nearest police station to let them sort it out. Now, the nearest manned station was about 2 kilometres further away the guy so Craig had his wife drop it off to the pensioner on her way to work.
Needless to say he was overjoyed to get it back with cash and cards unmolested! He had left it on the roof of his car when visiting his Aunt another 20 kilometres further from home. It's a miracle the wallet made it that far.
So 2 days later I was heading to town to buy a special tipping kettle I saw on Marketplace for my 97 year old Auntie, stopping at Craig's house for a cup of tea on the way. He was browsing Marketplace while we drank and found another barely used tipping kettle for $30 - retail price new $214. He asked me to pick it up for him. He messaged for the pickup address.
IT. WAS. THE.SAME.GUY. Who dropped his wallet!
The same guy. In a town of 255,000 people. His mum wanted to get a larger kettle for when they had visitors (not strictly relevant but whatever).
I've heard people say "there is no such thing as coincidence" and if one of those people want to chime in and tell me what to call this situation I'm listening!