The other side of luck
I was at the laundromat, as I often am on a Saturday or Sunday, and as I was reaching into my wallet to grab some quarters for the dryer a penny fell onto the floor. Normally I would probably pick it up but for some reason I figured it was just a penny. I then sat down in a chair nearby to continue reading a magazine. About 10 minutes later a woman walks by and says ÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ãƒâ€¦Ã¢â‚¬Å“oh a penny! I better pick it up for good luck!ÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â I debated saying something but what do you say? ÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ãƒâ€¦Ã¢â‚¬Å“Oh I dropped that penny earlier, no luck thereÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Â but every penny anyone finds is just a penny another person dropped.
So as I see it I got to be on the other side of luck or at the very least I brought a tiny flicker of hope to someoneÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢s day by my carelessness of a penny.