While walking in Brighton during the summer, a group of rowdy drunks were arguing in the street, it looked a bit like they may come to blows. As they passed me, I noticed a some paper on the ground a little bit further up the road. On closer inspection, it was a small stack of ten pound notes. I picked them up and went after the drunks. I called to them a few times but was ignored. They started fighting so I left. When I got home, I had an extra £70 which was really handy at the time as I was skint.
Also did you mean a Cashpoint? We dont have ATMs in this country.