Guess I’ll never be rich…
In response to the Daily Post’s Writing Prompt https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/buffalo-nickel/
Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?
Oh, what the hell…
Couch cushions, eh? How on earth would coins get into our couch cushions? We have NEVER had coins in our couch cushions. Is this like how socks get lost in the dryer? Coins get lost in couch cushions? Sorry…nope.
Next, my purse. Now, let’s see. When was the last time I had actual “money” (I would say “meaning non-plastic money”, but Canadian bills seem pretty plasticky to me these days) in my purse? Can’t say as I remember. Guess that’s a bust too.
The floor of my car. Sorry. I’m still in my bathrobe having my first cup of coffee (seeing as it’s another vacation day for Emily). I’m not going to get dressed, go out into the rain (well, I guess technically it’s not raining now, although it will probably start again at any moment) and dig around on my car floor. Nope.
I could make up a coin with a year on it, but let’s be real here. Am I actually going to remember what I was doing that year (a year is, after all, a long time!)? And would I really tell?
Ok, now that this prompt is done, here is something completely unrelated to coins, but currently out in the open (not hidden in couches, purses or cars) in front of our house.