i took a group of about 100 american high school kids to the cliffs of moher in the west of ireland. way more kids than chaperones. none of the little buggers obeyed our rules, and all of them climbed over the warning barriers and out onto the cliffs themselves--a good 700' drop straight down onto rocks and the roiling atlantic below. i was petrified, but i knew there was not a damn thing i could do to stop them, and i was literally sick with worry. i went into cafe in the visitors' centre to get a bottle of water, and found my boss calmly sitting there with a cuppa and the day's newspaper. sheesh. there's an adventure for you.
when you find money on the ground, do you immediately pocket it & hope no one saw you or do you seek out the rightful owner?