Well I suppose you could, if you wanted to come over to my house for a visit. I would happily share. It's incredible. But I am in my underwear.
Yes, I blog in my underwear. Shut up. What, like you don't?
I noticed today that I've been finding change lately. Not like a penny here and there, but I'm talking at least 10 cents per find. Sometimes it's a quarter, sometimes it's a few coins. But what's strange is the frequency with which my discoveries occur. About twice a week I find change, probably for about the past two months.
I find this odd because I usually find it during the day when I'm downtown, which is where about 99% of Portland's panhandlers are located. Like you'd think they'd pretty much have the area scoured of the random coin. But Friday walking home there were three dimes and a nickel in a little pile on the rim of a garbage can. A few days before that, a neat little stack of dimes on a bench outside the coffee shop I visit every morning. Beats me. Maybe someone's leaving it for me, in which case I'm wondering if I should take the hint and buy myself better work clothes or something.
Without exception, I pick it up and put it in my pocket. But invariably I look around first to see if it might belong to anyone in the vicinity, but I never see anyone who looks like they just left 38 cents somewhere but can't remember where. Not that I'd know exactly what someone like that would look like, but I make the effort ok? Sheesh.
It's automatic. I don't need the money, I certainly don't deserve it, and there are a lot of people who could use it more than I could. It's compulsive, though. I can't leave it there.
Well I mean I suppose I could. I just don't. Lately I've been trying to figure out why. Here are the things I tell myself:
- I shouldn't ignore random good fortune because I can't avoid random bad fortune.
- Money was scarce when I was a kid, and I can no more justify leaving it there than I can avoid the twinge of guilt every time I don't eat everything on my plate.
- Finders keepers, losers weepers.
In truth I think it's because I like having money. Not in the way that I would feel comfortable knowing my investment portfolio is well-varied and secure blah blah. More like in a little kid way. Like I fished a quarter out from underneath a street grate and now I can go buy a Kit-Kat. There's just an undeniable joy in having some unexpected change jingling in my pocket.
So, thanks universe. :)