I will never again stop to pick up a "lucky" penny.
Nope. No more.
Not after today.
I was headed out to my car, getting ready to leave for lunch when I saw this seemingly harmless shiny penny, heads up, on the asphalt. I picked it up.
Actually, I walked past it and stopped, "thought it was heads up AND it IS money", so I turned around and picked it up.
I dropped it into my console and turned my key.
Tried once more, nothing. I then proceeded to call one of my bosses to "jump me".
I went to lunch (if you call grocery shopping at Wal Mart "lunch") and forgot a main item on my mental list.
Two hours before I was to go home I had a surprise meeting with accountants about new protocol in paying taxes, unemployment, and so on.....
An hour before I went home received a call from my other boss's wife telling me she needed to talk to him immediately, regardless of the meeting he was in. After he speaks with her I am informed that there is a bomb squad on the way, that a caller had indeed called 911 stating that a bomb had been placed in the funeral home to go off in less than 2 hours. I repeat, A FUNERAL HOME.
Folks, I assure you, I am not making this stuff up. I am not this creative.
After the bomb squad checked my vehicle for a bomb I was sent to retrieve my kids from the sitter and head home.
At the sitter I was then informed that she had found a different job and that all of her daycare kids would need to find different daycare providers, BY THE FIRST OF JULY! Yeah, um, sure.
I headed home to have my nervous breakdown......which is currently in progress. I will never again pick up a penny, and no, just for good measure I did not park my car in the garage. You know, just in case.