I went to the post office during my lunch hour to mail a package to one of my Army guys. Walking back across the parking lot, I saw a penny - face up. In my mind I heard the rhyme, "See a penny, pick it up. All the day, have good luck." I don't know what madness possesses parents to teach their children little ditties.
Keep in mind that I'm in Arizona. Today the temp was 92F (33.3 C) and who knows how much hotter on the asphalt. So you can imagine that the penny was very warm to the touch. In my 'always serious' mind I started thinking about putting that penny in my coin purse, and into my purse.
What if it was so hot that my coin purse began to smolder? What if in turn my purse turned into a slow burning fire? I can't just throw it out the window as I'm driving down the "Loop" -- can I? My favorite lipstick is in that bag, not to mention I really like the bag itself.
So, what if I'm driving down the road with smoke coming out of my car cockpit? What if the fire department is called? They charge now for unnecessary call-outs. Of course, the paramedics would have to come too, after my car was thoughly foamed.
Add a couple hundred dollars worth of bandages to my burnt fingers -- from picking up the hot penny in the first place. Even without adding the damage to the car seat, and the rest of the car interior from the foam, I'm thinking I'm pushing rapidly toward that penny costing me $1,000.
After all of that, there is no way I'm going back to the office with an mile of bandages wrapped around my hand making it the size of Texas (we say that state side when something is very big).
One thing is, I must get back to writing. This pent up creativity is mutating into very strange thoughts.