A day in the life of a penny

Today I woke up in a wallet.  After several boring hours, I finally felt myself being transported. As I played around with my fellow nickels and dimes a cold hand removing me from the place I called home abruptly interrupted me. Now I had been transported to some sticky gross cash register at a convenience store in exchange for a pack of gum. Seriously? Is this what I am reduced to? But regardless I got to spend the next few minutes talking with some other pennies listening to their life story. It was amazing all that they had seen. Then again I was interrupted and taken from my new friends and put into the hands of some soccer mom getting her caffeine fix. At least her new wallet was a nice clean place for me to take a nap. Hours later I could hear her kids playing around her demanding they see me. Unsure what was going on, I got excited that someone actually wanted ME. But then as a little grubby hand was shoved into my new resting place and snatched me away – I realized something was terribly wrong. Then after a few seconds of this little kid mumbling something under their breath – I was hoisted in the air only to find myself drowning in some sort of fountain. I had never felt so wasted in my life. I had basically just been thrown away – left to sit and rust. Hours later after being left with my own thoughts while all the other lost pennies just lying lifeless next to me, a strange man reached in the water and grabbed a handful of us. He was dirty and very excited to have just gotten a few dollars worth of coins. As he darted towards the nearest store to buy some sort of junk food – I was then placed in yet another cold dark cash register. Fortunately I didn’t have to stay long before a nice little boy came and took me home. Exhausted from the day – I was worried where I would end up. And then I saw it. The shiny porcelain pig, that all pennies dream about. The place where we can sleep and talk and have fun with all our friends for extended periods of time, before finally being taken back to our first home – a bank. As I was dropped into the little slot on the top and clinked down with the rest of the coins I let out a sigh of relief. Even the most eventful day, could have a calm wonderful ending.