Penny
Posted on March 9, 2009
Filed Under May I Interject?, Thought |
I noticeably dropped a penny earlier.
I saw people look at me to see if I would pick it up.
The moment felt shifty and over-observed.
If I didn’t pick it up, the girl over there might. Or if I didn’t pick it up, people would think I didn’t care, and could just throw money away–WITH THIS ECONOMY (try to use this phrase at least three times today)?
But then “my” self reasoned with “it” self.
Argument: think of the germs. All of them, swirling on the floor of that cafeteria at the University of Texas, sometimes riding waves with mop soap suds and gripping onto the heels of people who walk into places like Madam Mam’s (they have the lowest health rating on the drag, so deal).
Pennies are not good luck. Pennies are infestations, traps and tricks; picking up a penny is the ultimate symbol of excessive materialism. You know you don’t need it. It’s just there, you insatiable being.
Why am I writing this? Bronchitis….Robitussin.
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My grandfather said it was a sin to leave money lying on the ground. So I always pick up pennies b/c I feel like I’m disrespecting him if I don’t. I have way too many pennies.