Thieving cunt! thats low down. IMO if a customer accidentally left their bag in the cab, and it was found later, fair do's, fair game, to stake a claim to it, especially given it isn't like it could be put in 'lost and found' for someone to ring up about.
I was unlucky that way once, I left the remains of a ten-gram bag of methoxetamine (a ketamine/PCP analog) in a cab, lost it for good. I hope the finder enjoyed the MXE when it was found eventually, whoever it was. But if some cabbie had gone through my coat pockets while I rested my eyes, and helped themselves, believe you me, I'd fucking knife the thieving bastard for it, finders keepers is one thing, outright thievery is another altogether.
I'd gone out to do a long solo hike in a favourite forest, using low-dose MXE along with higher dose alpha-methyltryptamine, an empathogen/entactogenic psychedelic, essentially, structurally the indolic homolog of amphetamine, having stimulant properties, but also the psychedelic effects of many tryptamines, along with similar empathogenic effects to MDMA/MDA/methylone etc. and had been using the two in a balanced combination for some self-psychotherapy, in the form of meditation whilst hiking, using the time to relax, enjoy myself and pick a grab-bag of wild edible fungi to take home and, after stopping off for a quick few pints and a shot in a little bar on the way home, went to call a cab, because I'd been hiking literally from the break of first light, walking to the forest, and then back to the nearest town, for a little refreshment, help take the edge off the aching legs and the strong, long duration stimulant push of the alpha-methyltryptamine. I'd been through some traumatic, PTSD-inducing events a while prior, and this was my therapy, in a way guided by and as such, well suited to my personality given I know my ins and outs better than a therapist ever could, especially a new one, so I went in the direction of self-metaprogramming, psychologically speaking, and to excellent results, the PTSD in question no longer troubles me anymore.
But whilst the AMT I had left came back with me that time, the methoxetamine did not. And there was still a good few grams left in the bag. Pretty shitty loss, and not one I could recover either, not for wont of trying (it was legal at the time, not that that makes any real difference, one of those grey-market items which aren't illegal, or weren't, prior to theresa bitch may and her psychoactives blanket ban bill, which only served to make things more and more dangerous and drive things underground which previously were not, but that the filth and govt want banned nevertheless, leading to in effect, an arms race waged between chemists and politicking wankstains.
Was a really shitty loss, cost over 100 quid to replace with a fresh 10g bag (didn't lose all 10g, I'd used a lot of it thankfully)
But if it hadn't been lost, if it had been actively taken from me, you damn well bet I'd punish the one responsible if they were foolish enough to be caught, and most severely indeed. But my genuine misfortune being another's gain, thats different.
Found a half oz of really good, strong skunk, and had smoked most of it by the time an (at the time, he isn't now) old mate of mine, who told me he earlier had narrowly avoided arrest by the filth for possession poss. w/ intent to distribute given the weight, not that IMO even an oz or three is anything more than personal use quantities, not that I think personal vs sale matters either.
He dodged the pigs, they didn't find the weed, I did. Didn't know it was anyone I knew's, just a bag of skunk, found in a hedge. Had already bonged my way through most of it over the day, but when he turned up and I knew it was his, what little was left I smoked him up on, he'd have done exactly the same. No point in saying anything about finding it, since doing so, logically, would not unsmoke the weed and bring it back to him, but what was left I made sure he got in on, realizing he likely needed it after a fraught afternoon spent being pulled over and chased by the filth, evading arrest. I know I would have needed to rip a few fat bowls after an afternoon spent legging it from the plod, resisting arrest and the like. It can be rather stressful if one must do so. And coming home or to a mate's place to blaze a few is just what the doctor would order if they had any sense after such a day
Have found my fair share of 10bags, 20-bags (20 is the cost of an 8th here, 40 a quarter, sometimes 35 depending on who you know, mates rates etc) over the course of a lifetime. Even found a bag containing a couple of grams of good cocaine once, of all the weird ways and places to find such, going to a doctor appointment, on the way to the surgery, just found a baggie of coke on the pavement. Frosty morning, and had been sleepless, was going to fill a new rx refill for pain meds etc., it just being due that morning and as such my having totally run out, so beginning to feel a bit rough at the time, exhausted and tired, really cold morning. But that soon changed, after a quick taste of the white powder revealed it to be coke)
Another time, I found a bottle full of methadone liquid in a public loo. Not actually in the bog, just in the cubicle on top of the cistern. That made for a rather nice relaxing day, had quite the kick to it, and I've always liked methadone, as far as opioids go, due to it's great oral bioavailability, long duration of action, good strength and it's having a degree of NMDA receptor antagonist effects not shared by most opioids.
But what I do NOT do, is steal from people. I wouldn't wish to be stolen from, and damn well I'd go to town on anyone I caught doing so, if it's luck, like finding that coke, then thats fair, but snatching a bag of charlie out of the hands of someone railing a line of their coke in the street and running off with it, that'd just be a disgusting, base act of perfidy, and deserving of whatever punishment I might receive for my troubles.
I don't like thieves. I'm not one, and don't intend to become one either, its low-down and dirty a thing to do. Only justification is if it's jacking a copper, or surreptitiously relieving a thief of something they themselves stole. Stealing something back, or stealing something back for a friend, not from, but FOR the friend, is alright in my book, if someone robbed them, you are not thieving but taking back your rightful property, or returning that of someone you care for. And the other exception, is if anyone ever attempts to mug me, I turn the tables. Anyone who tries to jack me, I'll jack them instead. Knock the shite out of them, then take everything of value they have, remove their clothing and either burn it, throw it in a bin, give it to a homeless man, whatever comes first, and leave the thieving bastard with nothing, not even a pair of shoes or underpants. Anything I decide I want, I keep, likewise for currency, recreational goods, etc., but just to drive the message home 'this is why you don't act like a thieving little piece of dogshit, since you obviously lack the moral turpitude to realize you shouldn't do so because it is wrong to do it, you'll get the moral of the story by knowing what it is like to be jacked up and left without so much as an odd sock, to walk home stark bollock naked and likely as not, with a collection of broken bones to scream over after. 'Thanks, dickhead, now have a nice day. Come again and I'll fucking kill you'
Just by chance discovered that at the back of a shelf of tinned rice pudding and tinned custard, rather than the price of 1.20something a can, there were a lot marked down on offer hidden at the back for a pound each. Plus an offer two for 2 quid on 1 liter cartons of fresh guava juice and fresh watermelon juice rather than 1.39 each. Was going to buy two, one of each so instead got two of each. And stocked up on all the marked down rice pudding and custard cans I could carry.
"Is she gone yet?"