Not that long ago I was in Brooklyn, waiting for the subway to arrive, when I looked down on the platform where I saw a penny.
Look close: it’s there.
Was this my lucky penny?
My lucky penny closer.
Is this slender disk what it will take to turn my life around? Will it lead to an unfathomable degree of happiness with the soul mate that will desire me forever or, second choice, a solid week of good hair days?
It was dated 1974. This forty-year-old coin’s melt value is more than double its one-cent buying power. As of September 1, 2014, this penny is worth $0.0211471.
Melt-value facts.
In another forty years, it’s conceivable that its value could double again. By 2054, it might even be worth a dime, something to look forward to when I’m 95, shrunken to the size of a walnut and speaking fluent gibberish.
So I picked up this lucky find and slipped it into my pocket. If I needed two more cents to complete a cash transaction for a toothbrush and shower shoes, but I only had this single penny on my person, would it be enough to appease the clerk without my having to toss the purchase on plastic? I could argue that my lucky penny’s value has doubled over time. If accepted, I would be reasonable and would not quibble about forfeiting the extra $0.0011471 or losing the passkey to great sex and good hair. Maybe I should rethink this …
I could put my lucky penny in the change compartment of my wallet. But I have many pressing things on my mind: US Open Tennis, pigeons, lunch. Coinage is not very aforethought. Therefore, it might behoove me to keep my lucky penny separate from my other change. In fact, I could keep it with the three pennies on my writing table and note which one it is.
Look which penny is the Beyoncé in this quartet.
There are so many finds literally littering the streets of this magnificent metropolis. Do none of them pack a scintilla of magic in the luck department like a penny?
Lucky tooth cleaning implement.
Lucky casino chip embedded in asphalt.
Lucky glove in street.
Lucky dump of pistachio shells on subway platform.
Lucky crushed water bottle.
Lucky fallen tree branch.
Lucky peach pit in sidewalk crack.
Lucky plastic coat hanger.
Unlucky parking ticket.
Probably everything in this cluster is landfill-bound crap. The unpaid parking ticket might even bring its unfortunate recipient a special brand of bad luck: a penalty on top of the ticket cost and having to hear Wayne Newton’s Greatest Hits in its entirety while waiting to fight the penalty on top of the ticket cost.
But what is it that makes finding a penny face up in the street lucky? If it’s heads down, leave it there or give it to someone else? Give it to whom? If it’s tainted, why pass on the taint to anyone? Re-gifting is already an epidemic. According to wiseGEEK this is nothing more than superstition and folklore. But they do point out that money symbolizes power, so that is another reason to pocket found change but leave that schnook’s parking ticket in the gutter. That’s toxic.
Pigeon feather on laundromat floor; not lucky. Just ask the pigeon.
Lame Adventures 
And now you gave us a penny for your thoughts. 🙂 Sorry. It feels like a Monday.
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It sure does feel like Monday, Monday in a sauna, NYC is so steamy-humid today, Susie!
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For fear of further offending the blogging goddesses I won’t forward a photo of what I found on the platform of the eastbound track in South Orange this morning. But it rhymes with chit and it must have been a HUGE dog. But something tells me it wasn’t canine. WTF is wrong with this world?
Thank for the melt down calculation. A good luck with the penny.
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Supposedly stepping in shit brings you good luck. Maybe you should hurry back to that platform. A pigeon once crapped on Milton’s coat. All that brought him was a cleaning bill.
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I will be eager to check out whether NJ Transit’s crackerjack crew has it cleaned off by tomorrow. If not I may test out that urban legend. I wonder if it works if you are wearing someone else’s footwear. They say to gain true empathy one must walk a mile in another’s shoes. At a minimum it should get me my own seat on the train.
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You might want to avoid flip flops.
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Wearing loafers. But the good people of NJ Transit have swooped in and scooped up. Nothing remains but the mere remnant (i.e. stain) of its place on the platform. Reminiscent of Orwell and the daily rewrite of history. But at least I have a photo to prove it existed. But I shan’t put it in the iCloud. Don’t want to get it leaked (probably and inaccurate verb in THIS case).
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I don’t think that image has much hacker appeal.
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That’s an impressive lucky list of photos. But, you failed to mention the most important…Lucky Blue Shoes! Plus, they showed up twice.
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Good point, Jim! I got a great deal on those summer sneakers when I bought them … in winter!
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Aside from luck and melt value however, how much would it pay you per hour to pick up that penny?
In the true spirit of a thought-experiment bolstered by a few seconds of practical measurement, we can find out!
Drop ten pennies on the floor. Check your watch/phone/computer secondhand timer. Operating at a reasonably fast but practical speed, bend over, pick one up, stand up, put it in your pocket, then repeat the process. I think you’ll find that it takes between two and three seconds per penny, i.e., twenty to thirty cents per minute!
Let’s go with 25 cents per minute. That’s $2.50 in ten minutes or $15/hour! Almost double minimum wage in most places!
So have at it Lame! Do that for 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year, for forty years, don’t spend any of it, and you’ll have saved up…. ONE MILLION, TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS!
You called it right: Lucky Penny!
:>
MJM
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Very industrious suggestion, Michael! I suggest you try this first and get back to us in forty years. Not only will you be a millionaire, you can brag about having said it first on this illustrious site!
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P.S. When you retire you might want to spend some of that on back liniment. Which remedy, oddly enough, seems to appear only 871 times in all of the Googleverse at the moment!
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FYI: my salve of choice is Vanishing Scent Bengay.
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I pick up all pennies no matter which side up. My power is in knowing I can still bend over to do this at my age, without yet speaking fluent gibberish. Love the lucky blue sneakers. As Susielindau pointed out, thanks for giving us a penny for your thoughts. 🙂
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I usually don’t pick them up, Samantha, not out of fear of blowing out my back, but that’s probably coming. After pounding enough sauce, I’m already fully fluent in gibberish these days.
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Found one today, with great hopes…
Ever,
R.
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I’ll add my hopes to your hopes, R, so maybe your lucky penny will at least reap four cents already.
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i am one of those people who won’t pick up a face-down penny (except in my home), although I will sometimes flip the penny for the next guy.
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You are so considerate with spreading the luck, Smak!
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I like your blue shoes, too! Oh, why not pick up a penny when it could be good luck? I didn’t realize you shouldn’t pick it up if it’s heads down. Oh, maybe that’s why I don’t seem to have any luck. Here’s to lucky great sex and/or great hair. Maybe both, huh? Sure! Great sex will improve your hair.
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Or maybe great hair will luck me into great sex, Amy? Those sneakers are very comfy. Glad you like them.
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I cannot fathom how lucky that clothes hanger must be. Wow.
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Horse shoes and rabbit feet have competition.
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Finding a penny on the street is less and less likely in Canada as we no longer use them. That’s right – every purchase is rounded up or down so the smallest value coin we use is a nickel. Soon I think we’ll be changing our expression to “a nickle for your thoughts” – though it doesn’t have quite the same ring to it. I’m holding out till it’s “a loonie for your thoughts” as for a dollar I might be willing to share a few of my thoughts. For a “toonie” (Canadian $2 coin) I’d give up all my secrets! I saw a building in Montreal with a mosaic made of pennies on the facade. You need a lot to vary the colour value enough for it to be effective, so you’d better just save yours.
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Here’s a loonie thought, Terri, now when I get a Canadian penny in my change, I’ll start saving them. I was completely unaware of that factoid about the penny up north. Good thing for the educational component of this site! And you know, you’re taunting me with news about that building in Montreal with the penny mosaic facade. I’m going to Google that.
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My $.02 worth. I’ve always felt the absence of the cent sign on the computer keyboard was ominous … v e r y ominous … Hold on to that penny, V, there may come a day when it brings you much more than good hair and great sex. And keep wearing those blue sneakers! I’m watching the Monfils/Dimitrov match and thinking of you! I’m not sure any of this makes any sense … just wanted to say bonjour. 🙂
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Your deux cents are always welcome here, Patricia. I’m trying to stream the Federer-Bautista Agut match on my smart TV which is copping quite an attitude. It seems to be giving me its two cents. Bonjour back mon amie!
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Love the coolio sneaks. I found a dime this evening whilst out for walk about ye old towne. I’ve lost it already. No luck. And so ends the lamest comment, ever.
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Glad you dig the sneaks, Audra. They didn’t set me back that many lucky pennies when you buy summer shoes in winter. So try to hang onto that dime the next time you find one. I’ll share my sale secrets. They’re multipurpose: they can also cure insomnia.
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My granddaughter is always finding money. A couple of weeks ago she found a five dollar bill in Walmart’s parking lot. All I’ve ever found there was one of those flosspicks like you did. It was heartening, though, to know there is at least one Walmart shopper in Texas who still has teeth to floss.
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Evidence that there must be such a thing as a lucky Walmart shopper! Five dollars is an excellent cash find. I hope your granddaughter spent her free money foolishly. Hey, why not?
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We take the grandkids out every weekend for fast food and a trip to Walmart to scope out the toys. Kind of like our version of Las Vegas. We play the skill claw machine (25 cents a pop) and they have amassed quite a collection of small stuffed animals. Their parents are not as enthusiastic about these acquisitions as we are. I think we’re going to have to join Skill Claw Junkies Anonymous pretty soon.
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Those skill claw machines are a lot of fun, but it is true that the booty is usually landfill fodder.
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My granddaughter is in an Olympic path archery program and I was horrified to find she’d used some of the little critters for target practice. “Not the blue puppy!!!”
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Think of it as the blue puppy with an arrow in its skull as being for a good cause.
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Lucky fallen tree trunk haha, that just made my day 🙂
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Or branch of course, what am I saying.. Imagine it being a trunk
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What remains of that tree, Maarten, probably feels very grateful to have only lost a branch. Thanks for visiting and for commenting!
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V.,
I especially love the shots of the lucky items with your blue sneakers that provide a sense of scale. They add a certain savoir-faire to the post. I can also understand how one might see such things as it is probably a good idea to glance down to the pavement from time-to-time to avoid stepping on less lucky items. Great post, as always. Wry and funny.
Cathy
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Thanks Cathy. I debated shooting my shoes in every shot, but practiced restraint. Lenny Bruce found a shade of blue called Dufy Blue. He would have hotel rooms painted that color when he was on the road. He liked it because the name rhymes with goofy. If the shade of these sneakers was Dufy Blue, I would have bought a case of them. I think its called Lake. Glad you liked the post!
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If you ever read Dear Abby, she often used to talk about pennies from heaven, when someone died recently their loved ones would find a penny somewhere and feel that the newly departed had left it for them.
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I wasn’t aware that was what that term meant. I just assumed it was a song. My dad was a huge Dear Abby fan.
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There’s probably a reason you decided to keep that particular penny.
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At the time I’d say I was truly hoping to change my luck. Finding it followed a particularly ghastly date.
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My aunt had a “lucky” penny that had been placed on a railroad track and flattened by the train. It was smoothed out to a wafer-thin egg shape. It was very cool. You could try making your penny extra lucky by putting it on the subway tracks… 😛
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Great suggestion, Jackie! Maybe I’ll ask a rat down there to do the dirty work for me? I’m a chicken who fears the third rail.
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Now, you’ve got me scouring Westwood in search of lucky items. Alas, the homeless dive in front of me and grab every one before I can grasp them between my grubby fingers and thumb. Connie has asked that I fetch her a lucky coffee from Starbucks, so I’m off to perform that task. Wish me luck.
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Is a lucky coffee from Starbucks one that only costs a penny, Russell? Or, are you encouraged to luck into another 299 cents to walk out the door with Connie’s lucky coffee?
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It came to $4.10, but she loved every ounce of it–so I guess it was a bargain.
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I think the penny and the peach pit go together. The peach pit could be planted and grow a new tree (maybe). Then I stand in complete awe of the bright blue shoes, those are very cool.
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I like the way you think, Val, but it’s more likely that a Sanitation Department street sweeper swept the peach pit away. I don’t anticipate that I’ll be seeing any peach tress growing on Manhattan’s Upper West Side anytime soon. But if I do, I’ll try to photograph it, maybe even while wearing my bright blue sneakers.
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I think you are astoundingly observant and astute. And what are shower shoes?
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Why thank you, Rebecca. That compliment compensates for the C- I got in typing in high school. My instructor confided that I really deserved a D+, but she knew I’d never be a writer. Since she and I shared the same first name, she felt sorry for me.
Slang for flip flops.
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That penny value may go up substantially when Lincoln is no longer on pennies and it is, indeed, Beyonce’s profile rocking out that shiny coin. Only a matter of time…
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Sarah, I’m still hoping that Ray Charles will eventually appear on the ten dollar bill.
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Is there a petition for that type of thing? Because that would be awesome.
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It would be! Doesn’t Ray look great here?
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YES! It would be good financially for me too, because I’d never want to spend my $10 bills because they’d look so great. Insta-savings.
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The back of the bill could say, “In Ray We Trust”.
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I once found a rusty wire clothes hanger outside a medical facility. I won’t discuss where my twisted mind went. I like lucky pennies!
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Ha! Lolly, I’m not going to pay you my lucky penny to complete that thought, but I do think your visit was lucky. Thanks for commenting!
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Of course I was thinking about that lucky penny, but only if its heads … so if tails, it remains on the ground. Nonetheless, I got this lucky find this morning which is perfect for you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRPILZS1hc8
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Now that’s painful!
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LOL … thus why I couldn’t say what it was.
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