Today I lost my lucky penny.
Actually, I should start this story from the beginning:
Today, I received a lucky penny. I was buying groceries with my roommates at Trader Joes and our total came out to $141.99. I handed the cashier three 50 dollar bills, so I received eight dollars and one lucky penny as change.
This penny was super shiny and full of promise. It was a lucky penny. Nevertheless, I left it in my car’s center console and went inside to unload the groceries. Once that was finished, it was time for me to give my dog a walk. On the way out the door I stopped by my car and grabbed the penny from the center console, and placed it in my coat pocket because I was feeling lucky.
I biked over to the local Mormon church with my dog. It has the best lawn and he loves when I bring him there to play. It’s also fun being near Mormons.
Anyways, I parked my bike on the sidewalk and started to play with my dog on the grass. He got me tired pretty quickly and before I knew it I was lying down on the church lawn staring up at the stars. About three minutes passed before I caught a whiff of fresh dog shit. I decided to get up and clean it. As I was getting up I noticed a man leave the church and walk left down the sidewalk toward the bus stop. He was the first person I’d ever seen walk out of that church, since I typically bring my dog by there at night.
I turned on my flashlight and located the dog shit about a foot to my right, fresh and stinky and steamy. As I was bagging it up, I noticed the guy from the church walking back towards the church. He kept going past the church and continued down the sidewalk. It just felt odd. Mormons.
I decided it was time to head back so I grabbed the bagged dog poo and hopped on my bike. Right as I was heading off, I felt in my pocket for that lucky penny but to my dismay it wasn’t there anymore. It must have fallen out while I was playing with my dog or while I was lying down on the lawn.
Normally I wouldn’t give a hoot about losing a penny, but since this was my lucky penny I decided to turn around and give it a quick look.
I walked over to where my dog and I had been playing and turned on my flashlight, hoping I’d catch the light shining on a reflective copper surface. Unfortunately I didn’t see anything. After all, it was a tiny penny in a large patch of grass.
I figured I might as well kill two birds with one stone since I already was back on the lawn. I grabbed my poop bag and walked over to the bus stop so I could throw away the bag of poop. I basically took the same path as that strange Mormon guy from before. I tossed the bag in the trash and started walking back.
On the way between the bus stop and my parked bike I decided to give that church lawn one last walkthrough in hopes that I’d find the penny. I turned on my flashlight again and started scanning the ground.
The next thing I know I hear tires screech and a white car swerves onto the lawn right next to me. I was baffled as hell and looked around to see if my dog was ok. I didn’t see him. Then I heard a yelp from across the street and whaddaya know, my dumbass dog is bothering two small dogs being walked by their owner.
Then it clicked. My dog must have darted across the street and caused the poor sap in the car to swerve out of the way.
I was pissed. I called over to my dog and yelled at him to get the fuck back over to my side. I wasn’t thinking straight and probably should have waited because as my dog started to run back across the street I saw a car heading right towards where he was running. I ran into the street and held my hands up so the car saw me and stopped. My dog made it across safely and I actually managed to restrain myself from beating his ass. I yelled at him and called him a bad dog but before I knew it I was hugging him and thanking God that he was ok.
After a few minutes, we got up and I start walking, once again, through the church lawn towards my bike. It was stupid, but I couldn’t resist looking for that penny just one more time, even though me looking for that penny is what led to all that commotion in the first place.
I didn’t find the penny so I hopped on my bike and brought my dog back home. Right as we were about to get to the front door, a shiny object on the floor caught my eye. I picked it up. It was a brand new, shiny quarter. Was it lucky quarter? I wasn’t sure anymore.
I brought the quarter inside with me and gave my dog some water. Then I put the quarter back where I found it because fuck luck—somebody else can have it.
I’m just lucky my dog is alive.