I felt like a bag lady.
How could I be stooping to this low?
Is anyone looking at me?
I need to hurry!
But geez… what would you do?
I pulled into the parking lot yesterday to meet a friend for lunch. As I get out of my car, I see this:
So I ask you: What would you do? Was I really that ridiculous to decide to pick up the pennies?
I worried first that the pennies would be stuck to the ground and that someone was hiding nearby to laugh at the poor girl who needs money so badly she’ll pick up pennies. Then as they lifted easily off the parking lot, I worried that I might still be in view of the window or something and was providing someone with ample lunchtime amusement.
But today, I’m 62 cents richer! I picked up 62 pennies yesterday. Now I know all of you would bend over to pick up two quarters, a dime and perhaps the remaining two pennies… or perhaps not.
What’s the stigma with pennies? They still spend, right? Perhaps it’s because they’re not as convenient. I’ve realized that now that I’ve picked up an extra 62 cents, I don’t know where to spend it. No one seems to want pennies. I’m sure you’ve felt the look of “COME ON ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!” from cashiers when you’ve reached in your pocket and pulled out pennies.
But I like them. I’ve decided they ARE worth my time. And in 30 seconds, I earned 62 cents and the knowledge that tires look a little bald (something that’ll require more that 62 cents.)
Today this bag lady will find something to spend her new fortune on. (Though I still hope nobody saw me ;)
