It's my lucky day!

It’s my lucky day!

So there I was this morning, walking along the sidewalk and thinking about how long it had been since I’d last found any money on the ground. I have a keen eye for anything round and shiny and roughly the right size to be a coin. I’ve been known to spot quarters through ice and find pennies in parking lots and even, on occasion, to swoop down upon the silver safety foil from drink bottles thinking it might actually be something of value. If you want to drive me crazy point out a coin on the floor and don’t let me pick it up.

Sure it’s silly, but a penny is a penny!

I enjoy the casual hunt and I like that thrill of finding something and I like that it’s money- no matter how humble the denomination. It’s good luck and it makes me feel good. But it had been a long time since I’d found any coins on the ground: long enough that I was beginning to notice it. I wondered if it was because I just wasn’t paying as much attention or if I wasn’t covering very much ground anymore. Or maybe people just weren’t dropping as much money: there was a HUGE drop in the number of coins that I could find back when the recession first hit.

This was my mindset when I began the day, so maybe I was looking with an extra keen eye but a few spare hours later I spotted a shiny new penny just beside the curb where I was walking. I bent down to pick it up and rrrriiiiiiipp!

Yup. That was the seam in the crotch of my pants coming apart. I hoped that no one had heard it, but I didn’t dare look around. Instead I just picked up the penny and carried on as if nothing had happened. Nope. Nothing to see here folks.

Later I inspected the damage in the bathroom. I’d known for a while that this particular pair of pants was due for some mending, but being the procrastinator that I am I had put it off. Now it was torn open six inches right between the inseams. I was extra glad that I had elected to wear dark colored underpants with full bottom coverage.

Although the Great Divide looked daunting, I quickly realized that it didn’t actually show when I was standing normally. If I could make it through the day without any twerking or performing of the lateral splits (or posting it on the internet I suppose) then no one would be the wiser.

So it’s hard to say if finding that penny was good luck or bad luck. Maybe it was the proverbial Bad Penny that keeps turning up and I’ve actually done a public service by taking it out of circulation.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on October 21, 2013.

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