There's A Nickel In My Pantyhose

This morning my alarm clock went off so early that it wasn't even light out yet. 
After swearing allot and hitting snooze a couple of times, I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for my temp job interview in Midtown.
I quickly got dressed in my black business dress,blazer and nude pantyhose with classic black heels.

Going to job interviews in NYC during the winter is sucktastic, because you can't wear boots to change out of unless you want to look like a big bag lady.
So to counteract my practically bare legs, I bundled up from the legs up and headed to Times Square. 
By the time I got on the crosstown shuttle I was still half asleep and reading my AM NY with my iphone headset on. 

Not more than a minute or two had gone by when I noticed a man in his mid thirties out of the corner of my eye. 
He was pointing down toward my right leg. 
When men on the subway try to get my attention, I generally ignore it because 8 times out of 10 it is a pervert and I will get flashed some shlong. 
Since this guy looked classy and not perverted,I popped out my headset to find out what he was motioning at. 
I slowly looked down at my right leg expecting to see a gigantic rip in my hose, mud on my leg,gum or maybe dog crap on my shoe.

Through my pre caffeine morning grog, my eyes slowly gazed down to the outside of my right calf, where I saw the weirdest and most unexpected thing.

A Nickel.

The nickel was lodged between my leg and pantyhose for all the world to see.
I actually stared at it for a moment in disbelief, before wondering how the hell a nickel had become lodged in my nylons, let alone stay in place on my leg.
I was also trying to figure out how, without going to a public bathroom I would get it out. 

I started laughing, and said thank you to the guy (hereon referred to as Mr. Nickel) who pointed it out. 
When the train let out at Grand Central I decided the best time saving option was to let it drop down under my hose into my high heel, and keep it in my shoe until I got home to change. 

As I walked up the staircase Mr Nickel was climbing the stairs near me and said "Sorry if I offended you, I just wasn't sure if you knew it was there. You have a beautiful smile by the way".
I thanked him and laughed again, sort of embarrassed-saying that I had no idea how it had gotten there but appreciated him letting me know. 

I quickly made my way above ground and into the bright morning light. I finally reached the building several blocks later after walking with the very uncomfortable nickel in my heel. 
As I entered the lobby and waited for my elevator several people heading up to work in the building joined me. 
Suddenly the revolving doors swirled open again and guess who walked in? 
Mr. Nickel. 

The sun beamed in behind him as we both did a double take in disbelief. 
"You're kidding me" he said "I cannot believe we are going to the same place."
I told Mr Nickel I was headed up to the temp agency for an interview, and he told me he worked on a lower floor at the Real Estate Co.
If he hadn't been wearing a wedding ring, I would have assumed he was a creepy stalker weirdo trying to hit on me. 
We chatted a bit on the elevator and he told me that I had an amazing energy and he could tell I would make it big.
We laughed again about the nickel and he said it must be my good luck charm.

Upon finally getting home, I happily peeled off my hose to get the nickel dislodged from my foot. 
As it dropped to the floor a bright silver light reflecting glow eerily bounced off of it. 

I picked it up and looked closer, and noticed the date.

It was from 1984- the year I was born. 

As my day progressed, oddly enough, good things kept happening.
I'm not sure how that nickel ended up in my pantyhose, but I am keeping it around for now on. 
After all, I can use all the good luck I can get.

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