A chronicle of the life of one of the many Louies

Two cent stall

I walked into the mensroom at work and got a quick glance at the floor of the last stall. Sitting there, clear as day were two bright copper colored pennies. One laying about an inch from the wall followed by the second trailing an inch behind. In that split second I rememberd the gambling I did in elementary school. How we would play with coins up to a quarter, fling them to the wall, the coin that retired closest to the wall, after frisbee flight and spindle topped spinning would be the victor.

I had my share of free soda pops back then, but the memory came as fast as it went, and had other business to attend to.