Saturday, September 10, 2022

DIMES In Sight Waitin', Never Keeping Them Gems

I coulda had a trifecta. But no. My honesty's too much. And I'd have to (do more than) close my eyes to hide! But I'm getting ahead of myself.
SUNDAY, September 4, I switched up my plan and went in the Liquor Store instead of Casey's. There on the floor was VALidation for my choice.
Looks like they did NOT throw away that problematic rug, but perhaps rotate it with the plain (clean) one. I think this one needs to be retired!

It was a face-down 1975 penny. Old Abe was probably gagging with his face in that rug!

TUESDAY, September 6, I found a treasure on my way out of the Gas Station Chicken Store. Shining so bright I couldn't miss it.

Storm clouds rolling in, but the sun was bright for my discovery!

It was a face-down 2013 NICKEL! I lurrrves me some nickels! You can bet that beauty went straight into my shirt pocket.

Now here's the tragedy. At my first stop on Tuesday, at the Sis-Town Casey's, there was a DIME ON THE COUNTER! It was out of view of the cashier. In front of the card-scanner thingy that I have to type in a number so Hick can get his rewards. No rewards for scratchers, though! Just for gas or merchandise. 

Anyhoo... I WANTED that dime, but I daren't touch it! That doesn't seem fair. I harvest my coins from the ground and floor. Taking one from the counter would be like going on safari and bagging a critter that was tied up with a leash! So I left that sleeping dime lie. I don't need a bad mark on my permanent record. But I mourn the loss of a penny/nickel/dime trifecta.
I also found a nickel in my dryer on Sunday, after Hick did his laundry. I put it on top. Didn't take it. Again, it didn't seem fair. Ooh, the silvermanity this week!

WEDNESDAY, September 7, I was back in the Liquor Store, bellied up to the counter, when I surveyed that travesty of a rug.

Icky-poo! I feel like I need a tetanus booster every time I pick up a coin off that nasty rug.

It was a heads-up 2021 penny, so clean on that dirty surface.

A quick right turn out of the parking lot, then an immediate left, put me at the Backroads Casey's. I was thrilled to have time in line to snatch a penny from the left, while an old man at the register detailed his gas woes.

The object of my desire was NOT too far under the rack for my toe to reach!

It was a face-down 2015 penny. BUT WAIT! It had a buddy on the other side of the waiting line.

Ripe for the toe-picking! Surely dropped by a different person, since it would be hard to have one bounce so far to the left, around the case of some kind of beverage they've placed awkwardly.

It was a face-down 1991 penny, showing some character with a nice patina.

The unearned coin plot thickens! Friday afternoon, I put a load of clothes in the washer. When I went back to transfer them to the dryer, a DIME was clanking at the bottom! Let the record show that the items in the wash were: 3 bath towels, 4 panties, 1 pajama pants. NOTHING with a pocket, nothing that would have held a dime. What in the Not-Heaven? I did not claim this dime, either. Though it seems it was meant for me to find. Hick hasn't done laundry this week. The last load I had in was underwear, socks, and towels.

That's 5 COINS this week, for 9 CENTS towards Val's Future Pennyillionaire Fortune! [And two dimes and a nickel that I rejected due to suspicious circumstances!]


Penny          # 88, 89, 90, 91.
Dime            still at 17.
Nickel          # 6.
Quarter       still at 6.

Penny        124
Dime           14
Nickel           7
Quarter         6


  1. I found a penny on the ground!!! It was in my own driveway, but, still, I found a penny on the ground!!

    1. Pennies from heaven! Somebody is thinking of you. Unless HeWho has a hole in his pocket...

  2. I wouldn't be rejecting those dimes and nickels. That rug is disgusting. Isn't that a health violation of some sort?

    1. The ones in my house I suspect belong to Hick. Which doesn't seem like good luck to me. The dime on the counter might belong to somebody who stepped away for a minute, and then I'd be a thief!

      I don't think it's a health violation. They're not serving food for people to eat off the rug! Heh, heh, the customers' dirty shoe soles might actually be CLEANING that rug!