I was riding the “tube” in London one evening. On one side was a group of boy scouts. On the other side was a punk couple — leather, ripped jeans, mohawks, chains. The punks were seriously drunk, being a general nuisance.
The train stopped, and just before the doors closed they realized it was their stop, and somehow got out.
As we pulled away from the station, the boy scouts and I noticed that the punk guy had left his wallet. One of them grabbed it, and they examined it — stuffed with £20 notes.
So of course — they divided it up, and I think tossed the wallet.