See a penny, pick it up…

On our walk this morning, I happened to spy a shiny object in my path. I managed to slow Mr. Bear to a sedate pace (his normal pace being a run or a dead stop and sniff)and checked the sparkly bit again. Lo and behold, there indeed was a penny in the street waiting for me to pick it up.

I’m used to finding pennies. Apparently, since they no longer possess gumball buying power there is the urge among a certain set to toss them aside as worthless.

I do not belong to that group of people.

A found penny is even better than a penny saved or a penny earned–unless you found said penny on a person you just rolled or killed (Can’t you tell I’m a writer?) then that would be a bad penny (and you would be a bad person).

Which is kinda in keeping with the idiom, a bad penny always turns up–meaning a person you don’t want to see manages to appear at just the right moment to screw up something you were looking forward to.

Of course, the saying also refers to an actual bad penny, read counterfeit penny. Because once upon a time when unicorns and giants roamed the Earth, pennies were actually worth something. Your only recourse when stuck with a bad penny was to try to spend it on some unsuspecting merchant as quickly as possible. Given that most folks were born, lived and died in the same village meant they were very likely to encounter said bad penny again. (I wonder if this was before fruitcake was invented?)

Before the penny became completely worthless, a bad one was the one you couldn’t put in the gumball machine because it was bent. Now, does anyone think it matters if it’s heads-up or tails up?

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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2 Responses to See a penny, pick it up…

  1. danrshaw says:

    Way back when a penny would buy a piece of gum, we used to take walks with my grandmother. It seemed we always were finding pennies and sometime nickels on the way back from our walk. Of course it wasn’t till I was in my early teens I realized she was dropping the coins for us to find. Now it would have to be at least paper money for kids to look for it. That is if you can even get them out of the house to take a walk with their grandmother.

  2. I usually have to promise them lunch to get my kids to walk to the car:-)

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