Taking The Donkey

One of the guys I'm on the new dock with finds a wallet on the onramp to the freeway. He picks it up and brings it to the dock guy, Jess. Jess calls the Palo Alto police, who have him call the sheriff's who have him call the CHP. There's money, credit cards and a drivers license with the guy's address. Jess goes up into the ritzy rural part of the county where all the houses are gated. He decides to go by the fire station and drop it off there. The fire capitan wouldn't take it, but he calls the sheriffs and they show up. The wallets owner is called by the sheriffs and he makes his way to the fire station.
Well, the guy's an ass. He looks Jess over (who is Mexican) and says there's two credit cards missing and that he wants a report taken. He infers that Jess stole the cards. Jess is not too happy about this turn of events. The owner huffs off and Jess leaves.
The next day the owner calls Jess, and tells him that he found the two cards. Then he interrogates Jess as to why he wanted the owner's address. Jesus, not a thank you or nothing and don't you think Jess would have gotten the address from the drivers licnese?
So, Jess goes out of his way to return a wallet with $145 cash and all the other stuff and all he gets is grief. Sometimes you just can't win.