Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Lucky. Dirty. Penny.

I am a penny magnet. And a contradiction. Truth be told, when I see a penny I have to pick it up for luck. Before you faint as a result of this admission, I always have some form of plastic on me so I can pick pennies up without direct contact. I have only passed on picking up a penny once. That was in London, England. As it turned out it was a lucky penny after all because had I stopped to pick it up I would have been wiped out by a scooter. I acknowledge this to be twisted logic. The only such admission you will ever get from me.

1 comment:

  1. This used to really perplex me when I first befriended your daughter Alexa. She wouldn't touch door handles but would pick pennies up off the most disgusting sidewalks. Now it all comes together.