I'm stealing this title from my sister-in-law's blog Life From A Slightly Skewed Perspective http://steinermp.wordpress.com/
You should read Mary's blog first. It reminded me of something I did a few years ago and I probably shouldn't admit it. Maybe Laura O. will remember this. I was in the middle of rehabbing our house and looking for tile for our bathroom. We went to a tile place I'd never been to. When we got out of our car in the parking lot and were headed toward the store I saw a penny on the ground. I picked it up. I'm not too proud to pick up a penny.
"Oh, wait, there's another, and another". I continued to pick up pennies all over the parking lot. I know a lot of people think pennies are worthless but it's hard for me to ignore change on the ground. And Mary, I don't care either if they're heads up or tails. I have no idea how many I picked up and I don't know if Laura just just stood back and observed this crazy woman or assisted in the penny pickup.
With heavy pockets I entered the store and did my browsing. On the way out I told the proprietor about how I found all these pennies and he said, "oh, we put them out there because we get a group of handicapped children who come here and they get so excited when they find the pennies". Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, I hope I turned all shades of red and I KNOW I felt about the size of a penny but, to be honest, I can't remember if I threw all the pennies back in the parking lot on my way back to the car.
Please, Laura, tell me I did.