Val Really Should Have Been More InCENTSed

Didn't find my first penny this week until WEDNESDAY, October 24th. That happens to be the birthday of my sister the ex-mayor's wife, but I don't give her any credit for my penny. Which I found at the counter of The Gas Station Chicken Store while waiting for an elderly man in sensible shoes to pay for his gas. He had stepped over to the side counter to use the card scanner.

This gave me the perfect opportunity to take my picture and snatch the penny. The Man Owner was standing near the second register, counting out his money. I suppose his wife was hogging the counting house and also the bread-and-honey. Anyhoo...I got the picture and put the penny in my shirt pocket.

It was a 1997. Face down, of course!

While I was standing there, perusing the latest taste-tempting treats they'd set upon the counter, having already mentally made my scratcher choices...a girl in hot pants walked in. Yeah, back in the 70s, we called them hot pants. I suppose in the 80s they became Daisy Dukes. Now they're just really short shorts. I only noticed because of her way of walking, kind of a flouncing gate, like she thought she was ALL THAT.

Imagine my surprise when the Sensibly-Shod Eldergentleman left, and Flouncy stepped right up to the counter, flinging her five one-dollar bills at Stern Old Clerk! Actually, Stern Old Clerk might have been even more surprised than I.

"Here's five dollars for my gas!" said Flouncy, forcing her limp currency at Old Lady Clerk.

"Oh. Uh. Did you already pump?"

"No. Not yet."

Well, you see, The Gas Station Chicken Store is old-school. You pump BEFORE you come in to pay. I guess Stern Old Clerk didn't feel like educating Flouncy, because she looked at her pump reader thingy, and said, "Okay, it's ready." Knowing full well that Flouncy would have been able to pump, whether she had paid yet or not. Flouncy flounced out, and Stern Old Clerk turned to me.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Oh, that's okay. Not your fault. It's these young whippersnappers these days!"

"Actually...well...I won't go into it."

Seems like all manner of whippersnappers give Stern Old Clerk reason to hold her tongue these days.
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On FRIDAY, October 26th, I barely spotted a meant-for-me penny under the counter of the Casey's out by my bank. I almost didn't take it, but seeing as how this Casey's is high-drama, and two clerks were in the middle of a personal-business discussion...

I snapped a pic, then a closeup, while the gal was ringing up my gas and two scratchers.

I almost regretted this face-down 1991 Lincoln when my fingers came in contact. It was covered with grime, and felt heavier and thicker than normal. But I dropped it in my shirt pocket and made my getaway.

Once home, trying to see the dirtied date, I discovered the reason for this Abe's different-abled-ness.

He was piggybacking a dime!!! More details on their separation tomorrow.
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For 2018: Penny  # 112, 113.
For 2018: Dime   # 15.
For 2018: Nickels still at # 4.
For 2018: Quarter still at #1.


Since 2017 (the beginning), this was Penny # 190, 191.
Since 2017 (the beginning), this was Dime # 21.
Since 2017 (the beginning), this is still Nickel # 4.
Since 2017 (the beginning), this is still Quarter #1.
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