He went on his way to get lunch at 2:30 that afternoon. Relaxed, walking hands in his pockets, he decided to look down. There on the floor he spotted a five cents coin. It was fairly new. Then he spotted another one. It wasn't so new. And another one. Brand new. He wondered if there was a money trail ahead of him, but he was pushing his luck. His count stopped at three coins. Fifteen cents total. Not bad.
Ahead he went still looking down. You never know what you might find. Hungry, he paid his lunch and headed back to the office following the same path. He was looking down on the same spot. This time closer. "There may be more," he thought to himself. There lying on the ground was a dime. And another one. Now it didn't matter if they were new or not. "Thirty five cents so far. Not bad. There may be more." But he was pushing it. Somebody had dropped a few coins for the next one to pick up. He had picked them all up. And he went on.
