On the finding of dimes
Pearl and I were talking a walk by the lake on Sunday evening. At one point I stopped suddenly and Pearl kept walking. I called her back as a witness to the fact that I had just spotted a dime on the gravel path.
When Kiji and I and several of her friends we at the Def Lepard concert two weekends ago I found a five dollar bill as we were heading to our seats. I gave it to Muskie_Girl to reimburse her for the parking which she'd paid for. Then as we were leaving the concert I found a dime under one of the stadium seats. Kiji's friends were puzzled when I got much more excited about the dime than I did by the five dollar bill.
Several weeks back I was sharing a little quirk of mine with Kiji as we were leaving work together: I find dimes! I find dimes on the ground an average of four or five times a year. About five days after I told her about this we were walking across a grocery store parking lot together and, as if to prove my point, I found a dime.
The first dime I found was while I was an intern at an advertising agency. It was jammed between the hardwood flooring and the door sill of the companies entrance. I thought nothing of it at the time. But a couple weeks later I was walking from work down to a local printer where we had some materials waiting and I found a dime on the sidewalk. As I picked it up I thought to myself, "this is a neat coincidence."
It wasn't until a while later, when I found a dime by the curb at a the local mall that I became convinced that I'd developed some strange gift. After that I would find dimes on a somewhat regular basis. Usually in parking lots or near sidewalks but I've also found them in unusual places like in the middle of fields.
One day I was at an ice cream stand when I heard the woman behind me declare "I just found a dime." It was right next to my foot and as she picked it up I was surprised that I'd miss it. Seeing the alarm on my face she said, "Oh, it must br yours" and handed it to me. As I took it I knew I was making a grave mistake. I had jinxed away my magic. I did not find another dime for over a year.
Then one wonderful day I opened my car door and centered exactly where I was about to place my foot, on the dark coated pavement of new blacktop was a shiny new dime. It was back, and I was happy.
Since then my finds have been as regular as they'd been before. Except this past month - three dimes in one month! That is why a dime is more exciting than a five dollar bill.
I am not making this stuff up. I know its strange but I do find dimes - a lot.