A Day in the Life of a Quarter

Good morning, world!

 Here I am, sitting on the dresser waiting for my adventure to begin.


Wonder where I’ll be at the end of today?


I hope I have a better day than the mirror had the other day.


Ooh! He’s getting dressed…socks, pants, shoes…reaching for his change..


Pocket! I’m in the pants pocket!


Now we’re moving!


Is that a draft?


I’m falling!


Crappo!


He didn’t even notice I fell out!


What was that noise? An engine?


Hey, look ou…Ouch!


Dang, that car’s heavy!


(a few minutes later)


Hey, here comes his little boy, the superhero!


He sees me!


He’s picking me up.


His hands are sticky. What is that stuff?


Aww..he’s running back inside to show me to his mom.


He’s so happy!


She wants him to rinse the jelly off his hands…


…and me, I hope.


Hooray! I’m clean again!


Now what?


We’re going to the store?


All right!


Back in a pocket…and off we go!


We’re at the store. The little boy is holding me in his hand as we make our way around.


He’s looking for something that costs a quarter. Poor kid.


Now we’re at the checkout counter and the cashier is ringing up the order.


Fruit, vegetables, meat, milk, orange juice, jelly (heh), candy, bread, and more!


The little boy sees a pack of gum that he wants, but he’s short about 75 cents.


Mom to the rescue!


She spots him a dollar as he makes the purchase himself and hands me over to the cashier.


He’s so proud! I’ll miss him.


Goodbye!


On to my next adventure!


A woman paying cash for a deli lunch receives me as part of her change and drops me into her wallet.


Nice wallet.


Soft leather. Smells nice, too!


Ah! We’ve arrived somewhere.


Starbucks!


She’s in need of a coffee to help wash down her lunch.


I’m back in a cash register, but I’ve barely had time to settle into the drawer before I’m given as change to the next customer.


A man drops me into his pocket and hops on a motorcycle.


I can’t see squat, but if all those horns and screamed profanities are anything to go by, he’s kind of a crazy driver.


We’re stopping now.


Where are we?


A bank! I’m home!


He takes me out of his pocket….


…and drops me into the parking meter outside of the bank.


*Sigh*