Change

Some change fell out of my pocket book the other day
and
splattered all over the sidewalk.

I know you're saying,
"Big deal Val. Big Deal"

"Well, shut up!", is my reply to that comment.

Things like this usually don't happen.
Not to me!

A woman who saw the whole thing happen, from her apartment window, dashed over to me.

When she was make-out distance away from me she shouted,
"Someone dropped their change, and I think it was you!"

"No, I think it was you!", I replied so quickly that she was taken aback.

A crowd gathered around us.
Curious about why we were shouting at each other
and
to figure out who had really dropped the change.

After a long pause, the woman bitch slapped me then,
whispered,
"Pick it up. Pick up YOUR change"

"No," I whispered back in a Swedish accent.

The crowd grew more curious because of the fact that they couldn't hear what we were saying since we were whispering.

I quickly grew tired of all the attention and all the lies.
It was time to come clean and let everyone move on with their lives.

"Listen everyone, this woman is right. I did drop the change."

The crowd collectively gasped.

I picked up the change(all 7 pennies),
then walked away from the scene.

I never got that woman's name...

I bet it was Sally.