I hate change.
I don’t mean that in an “I want things to stay the same forever” kind of way.
I mean I hate change. Quarters, nickels, dimes – they annoy the crap out of me, and I’m convinced cashiers dole them out knowing I’ll toss the whole handful in the tip jar so I don’t have to lug them around.
Some idiot in my childhood taught me the rhyme that goes, “see a penny pick it up, all the day you’ll have good luck, see a penny leave it lay, bad luck you’ll have all day.”
Since then, I’ve pretty much been willing to hurl my body in front of a moving vehicle to avoid leaving an unclaimed penny on the ground.
I’ve also added my own twist to the superstition. Instead of putting found pennies in my purse or pocket like a reasonable person might do, I tuck them in my bra. I don’t know why I started doing it, but now that I’ve formed the habit, I can’t seem to stop.
My husband discovered this quite by accident one evening when we were getting undressed for bed. At first, I thought he was just wowed by my feminine assets. I stood up straighter and preened a little.
He just stared. “What’s that stuck to your boob?”
I looked down, then smiled back up at him. “A penny.”
“Please tell me it’s not a tip for something.”
“Of course not,” I assured him, reaching down to peel the penny from my flesh. “I don’t accept anything smaller than a five.”
He leaned closer for a better look. “Is it supposed to turn your skin green?”
OK, so it’s not the sexiest habit in the world. Still, I figure I’ve earned myself at least a few strokes of good luck in the years I’ve been doing it.
A friend of mine has the opposite habit with pennies. If she spots one on the ground, she leaves it behind in case someone desperately needs it.
To each his own, but I’m pretty sure she’s cursed.
How do you feel about pennies? Do you pick up stray ones or leave them where they are? Please share, I’m curious.