Penny Dish Wish
Every day I shop at the Gopher Express convenience store in the basement of Coffman (where I work). Since Minnesota has a dearth of fountains, and in the winter they tend to be empty, I came up with a new superstitious activity: I make a wish every time I throw a penny in the “Need a Penny Take a Penny Have a Penny Leave a Penny” dish. Some days I throw three or four in and make a different wish each time.
It’s an effective barometer and predicts my emotional weather. I won’t tell you what I actually wish for, because then it won’t come true (just because I don’t believe in the supernatural doesn’t mean that I’m not superstitious), but you should totally tell me what you wish for, because I am nosy, and if you tell me, I might just grant your wish.
As long as it’s dirty.
I mean, not dirty.
Okay, well, as long as I only watch in your wish. That’s cool. I can look without feeling too guilty.
Right?
All year I’ve been in a rut. This time I wanna do it in the butt.
I’ll pass on watching that one, Paul. Be careful what you wish for, though. Did you ever hear the tale of the monkey’s paw?