I wasn't planning on writing about this, but this story fits so nicely with Ray Shiva's Knife Story.

One day I was walking home through downtown suburbia. I had just passed the county courthouse which was overflowing with would-be jurors trying to get back from lunch in time to be counted. Before me was the county jail. Now, whenever I pass the jail, I always have a strange desire to go hang out in the lobby... just to see what kind of shady characters pass through there. Needless to say, I haven't actually done it (I smell a future task here). As I passed the entrance to the jail, a shiny object in the gutter caught my eye. My first reaction was that it was a quarter, but when I bent down to grab it, I saw some industrial looking holes. When I kicked away the leaves, it became obvious that it was a knife. Now finding a knife in-and-of itself isn't that big of a deal to me, but finding one right in front of the jail seemed suspicious. I was hesitant to touch it, but hey... if I didn't, someone else would. I saw a guy in a uniform, presumably a guard, tending to a BBQ at the corner of the building. I approached him to see what he thought about the situation.

"Hey, I just found this knife on the curb over there and I thought it was suspicious." I said as I held the closed knife up.
"You found that knife?", the guard said.
I nodded
"Oh... someone must have tossed it before going through the metal detector in the lobby."
I paused, waiting for him to tell me more. (silence) "Well what should I do with it?" I asked impatiently.
"Uh... Keep it", he said, and he turned back toward his food.

So I shrugged, put the knife in my pocket and brought it home. I spent some time cleaning it up, and now I have a sketchy knife that reminds me that I should go back and hang out in the lobby of the jail sometime.