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So there was Anthony Burres, riding south on his motorcycle one sunny day last week in Omaha, Neb., and minding his own business when he became aware that someone was chasing him. Well, maybe not chasing so much as trying to attract his attention. So he pulled the bike off to the side of 132nd Street, stopped, removed his blue helmet, and waited – not sure what to expect. Hey, his pursuer said, do you realize that your wallet fell out about a mile back? Burres didn't. The wallet had been in his jacket pocket, which wasn't zipped. Not good: It had held $2,500 in cash, most of it reserved for paying bills, and now, probably, gone. Nevertheless, Burres and his new friend retraced his route ... and encountered a surprising sight. At the point where the wallet had come out – between Dodge and Pacific streets – were four lanes of stopped traffic. And people out of their cars picking up $100 bills before the wind blew them away. "I'm like, 'Aw, man, no way,' " our guy recalled. But it was true. By the time the last of the Good Samaritans came up to him, Burres had the wallet back and $2,400 of his money. "It's like [those] people said, 'You go get him; we'll wait right here,' " he told reporters later. "It's a blessing. I can still pay my bills; that's real good for me. You can't ask for more than that." As for the $100 that wasn't returned, he figures that if someone kept it, he or she probably had a greater need.