A Lucky Penny

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Standing at the bus stop. Minding my own business.  The bright, pre-noon, sun forcing me to look down.  I spotted a penny.  There was a time when we called them lucky pennies.

I picked it up. I put it away.  I probably won’t be able to use it.

This used to be a scene that played out time and time again. However, since Canada abandoned the penny (I don’t even remember when) this scene is rarer and rarer.  That might explain why I found an American penny on the ground several hundred kilometres from the border, rather than a home-grown one.

Maybe there is a story here. Perhaps the previous owner recently spent time south of the border and brought that singular penny home as part of change for some purchase.  It sat dormant in their pockets or coin purse.  Then, deciding to rifle through their pockets or coin purse at the bus stop–because what else would you do at a bus stop, it was discovered and dropped unceremoniously onto the ground to await my arrival.

That’s one lucky penny.  That’s one Perfect Moment.

 

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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5 Responses to A Lucky Penny

  1. The wiser says:

    Great post Bro. Hope it brings you luck.

  2. Britney says:

    Here in the states, if a penny is on tails, that means it’s unlucky and you shouldn’t pick it up. If it’s head side up, that means it’s lucky. I guess in Canada finding any penny is considered lucky. 🙂

  3. May 2012’s when your country quit minting pennies. (https://www.economist.com/blogs/newsbook/2013/02/economist-explains-why-canada-killed-penny)
    Though most folks here in the U.S. would take neither time nor energy to pick up a penny, I do. Not only that but that penny (or any coin) goes into a special gold (not real!) Buddha gratitude dish. There’s a rich story to that, one of extreme hardship, darkness, impoverishment — but that’s a story belonging in a book, not comment box :).
    Then when the found coins are accumulated, I roll them, exchange them for bills at the bank and set that aside earmarked as special found money. And it’s never spent on anything “mundane.” For example, it’s more likely to be donated to help animals than to pay the electric bill.
    So you see, freak that I am, I *appreciate* the fallen penny that most deem too lowly in value to pick up. All found money is a gift, that’s how I look at it, and is treated as such. 🙂
    Lucky indeed!

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