The wallet

Gathered before Christmas at the wholesale market. New Year’s stocks are approaching at the end. On the central alley on the ground the wallet lies. and thick.
Nearby sellers pretend they don’t notice. They do not want to get involved in this matter.
Went in the nineties. I even felt some nostalgia. The cowboys have long since either opened their legal business, or mastered the Internet.
There are still dinosaurs alive.
If I were younger, I would pick up my wallet. I love guiding lost souls on the path of truth. But with age, the desire for adventure weakens. He went where he went.
Looking back, he still lies. Sure, it is somewhere else and a bit thicker, but the same.
You cannot tempt a man! I pulled my wallet with my foot. It smoothly slides on the ice and flies five meters into the gap under the commercial container (the container stands on two long concrete slopes, between which I pulled the shale).
Here comes the main actor. You...It’s...What...From excitement forgetting that by the script he’s not the owner of the wallet, but a simple passenger with whom you need to share content.
“Well you imagine,” I said to him, “thought, empty. Run fast behind the lifting crane. I’ll come in an hour and share in half.”