As In a Mirror

I have a funny story to tell. A lot of you know, I’m sure, that it’s been VERY hot and humid lately and that we’ve been renovating our kitchen and dining room. And I am the crazy member of the family who likes summer and likes 80 to 90 degree weather. But even I am succumbing to the humidity lately. For example:

The washing machine is currently in the basement, and to get into the basement we go out the back door, down the porch, then down the basement stairs and through the basement door. And to go up, it’s vice versa. So I’m getting the laundry out of the washer and I see a nickel. “Oooo! A nickel!” I pick it up and hold onto it, fearing I would forget about it if I put it in my pocket. So I’m holding it oddly as in both hands I also carry the full laundry basket up the basement stairs. I set the basket on my knee so I can open the back door, and even though I’m using my right hand, my left hand mysteriously drops the nickel just after I open the door. I hear a loud “bang” as I drop it, but in my stupor I cannot tell if it was the sound of a nickel hitting the metal threshold or echoing on the floor of the kitchen inside. I set the basket down and in a hurry look around for the nickel, keeping in mind not to let the cat escape. I look over the back porch. Nope. No see. I look into the kitchen. Wait a minute… Something shiny. I pick up the round, flat, silver object. Perfectly shaped like a nickel, it’s a piece of aluminum foil. Now this is where it gets weird, see, I was very, VERY hot. I thought to myself, “But I didn’t drop it that hard.”

Needless to say, my search for the nickel was to no avail. I gave up and went to tell Mom the story and get a good laugh over it. We did. (Post title credit goes to my Mom!) BTW, my Dad found the nickel later. 0:)