i went to a coffee shop this morning, groggy, and not in the best of moods. this was mostly attributed to the fact that i had to wake up at 6:15AM this morning to move my car.

i went to a local coffee shop and ordered a drink. my total came out to $4.06. i produced four dollars out of my pocket and, seemingly in vain, i checked my pockets to see if i had any loose change. the prospect of carrying ninety four cents in change didn’t really appeal to me.

as i was searching my pockets (i didn’t think that i had any change, but checked anyway…you know, “just in case”) and i felt some change.

“no way. i have change on me? well, it doesn’t matter, it’s probably two pennies or something useless like that,” i thought to myself.

when i removed the change from my pocket and looked at it, i saw a shiny nickel and dull penny. six cents. i stood there in disbelief.

“wow, looks like it’s going to be a good day!” exclaimed the cashier.

“maybe it is,” i thought to myself, “maybe it is.”