Dime and Dash

It took me four days of pennilessness to find a cent, but the way I see it, I'm actually ahead by six days! That's because today I found a DIME! That's right! My first coin since I found another dime on September 5. So you could say that this dime comes right on the heels of that other dime. OR...you could say that this dime comes right on the heels of that lady ahead of me in line at Orb K.

One of these days, I'm probably going to get decked for snapping pictures like a weirdo. People might think I'm taking upskirt photos, or that I have a flip-flop fetish, or that I'm cataloging tattoos for law enforcement files.

Anyhoo...Orb K was my first stop. I parked way around at the end, by a telephone company van backed in with an orange cone set up on the sidewalk. Not right next to it, of course. Two spaces away. Where I found a dime laying on the parking lot before. You can bet I was on the lookout for coinage. Thought I might encounter a penny on my long walk in. Orb K is quite fruitful for my coin crop. I've found several on that crooked sewer grate lid, and one on the back sidewalk by where I parked, and one laying in front of the door, and a couple inside on the penny-colored tile. Now I can add this dime to my harvest! A 1976 edition. The year of my valedictorianship!

You can bet your bottom dollar that I was standing there in line, itching to pick it up, but wanting a photo first. Two people were ahead of me. The tattooed flip-flop lady, and a male companion. A line was forming behind me. I was afraid someone would dart up there and grab that dime before me. I'm pretty sure there are surveillance cameras, so tripping was not an option.

THEN another clerk opened the register on the right, and said, "I can help someone over here." Well. No way was I moving away from my rightful dime, even though it was my rightful turn to be waited on next. In a normal world, the minute that clerk opened her mouth, there would have been a stampede of people from behind me in line, breaking their necks to get over there first. Nobody moved. The clerk looked at me.

"No, I'm good. I'll wait here."

So three other folks bellied up to the counter. I should have. They were all done before I got my turn. In fact, New Clerk had to help my clerk, because something was messed up with the chip reader. During the confusion, though, of the delayed stampede and the chip malfunction, I snapped my picture and bent over to get my dime! It is now resting comfortably in my shirt pocket in the walk-in bathroom closet, because I forgot to take it out when I got home. It will soon be resting comfortably atop the penny pile in my new, Hick-provided penny goblet on the kitchen counter.
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Now...for all you antidecapennyites...here's what I found on the side porch when I left for town.

I guess maybe Hick is going to stock this shelf with snacks so burglars can come up on the porch, grab a tasty treat, and then leave our homestead alone. I don't know the purpose. That chair beside it is one of a pair Hick picked up at the end of somebody's driveway about three years ago. I know I put their picture here before. They haven't moved. They have accumulated a layer of cat hair. The cats find them to be a restful napping spot.

Anyhoo...that's a Planters Munch 'n' Go rack. You can't see him very well above, but that's Mr. Peanut running for his life. Or munching and going.

Hick has three more days a week now to buy junk peruse resale shops for collectibles. Maybe he can find me a matching goblet for my dimes.