Part of my routine in the mornings is to grab exact change (or near enough) for the Speed Line ticket before I leave the house. So I grab four dollar coins from one spot, then three dimes from another. Such was the case today. Four dollars, three dimes. Simple.
Here’s where it starts getting funky:
- As I was pulling my ticket from the machine at the station, I noticed a dime on the floor.
- When I got to work and into my office, I saw a dime on the floor.
- On the way home I went to sit in my seat on the train and found a dime there.
Then when I got and was reminded me of today’s date.
Yeah, I’m kinda freaked out right now.