A while back I was heading down to lunch. In my jacket pocket, I find a penny.
Now I don’t care for pennies, but I recognize their value as omens of good fortune. So I tend to put them in places where people can find them and thus enjoy some good luck. I work on the fifth floor, and the panel for the elevator-summoning buttons juts out a little from the wall, forming a little ledge. So I placed my penny on the ledge and went to lunch.
An hour later, not only was the penny still there, but two others had joined it.
When I went home that afternoon, there were seven of them.
The next day, I thought about doing this with twenty dollar bills, but decided against it. When I left that day, there was a penny on the ledge.
I seem to have started something. About once a week there’s a penny, or sometimes several pennies there. I haven’t put one there in some time. I heard a dime showed up a few days ago. Yesterday there were eleven pennies and a peanut(!).
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