Sometimes Humanity Sucks

During this year's Comic Con International, I lost my wallet. In a panic, I called up my credit card companies and had my cards cancelled. An hour later, someone had turned it in to the lost and found. Of course, cards were intact but my money was all gone. I only had $40 in there, but I'm still bitter about that; it's not like I was planning to spend a hundred dollars at the convention. I shouldn't complain because I got my wallet back, but moments like these make me feel like I should be just as bad, and that if I were to ever find a wallet, I should also take the money. Evil spreads evil, whereas passing niceties forward apparently comes to a dead end.