Twas at the Wincanton Classic in Holmfirth. I was walking behind a couple of local clubboys into a newsagent for a can of pop.
One of the guys fished in his back pocket for some cash, and when he pulled his hand out, a tenner fluttered down onto the pavement.
I picked it up, tapped the guy on the shoulder and told him he'd dropped something.
He bought me my can of coke.
