George took another step closer, this time stepping on his own foot. “What a klutz” he thought. But in this moment of near shame came forward great reward. For when he stumbled upon himself his right shoelace got untied. George was nearly overwhelmed with excitement at his sheer luck. “I will just slowly walk to the shinnying object and pretend to notice that my laces are untied and reach down and tie them back up”. His plan was set, now he need to act.
It was decided; George lifted his head, doing a steady and precise walk towards the object. He was there, the light at his very foot. Apprehensive, yet there was no turning back now. He reached down slyly and smoothly. He slowly tied his shoes, calculating each twisting and turning of the laces for the precise moment when to grab it. It was done the circular fragment was his. With a grin, George stood back up, looking back and forth, not a soul had noticed.
Something had changed in him that moment; something that gave him strength that he hadn’t had since childhood. He was determined; he looked back to his right the young lady waiting for train was still sitting patiently. George with his newfound swagger walked up to her and sat next to her. Beaming with confidence, he did something unexpected. Something un-George like. Unable to resist luck that filled the air that morning George asked Sarah out to dinner. The invitation was accepted.
The evening meal with Sarah was wonderful George thought. She was bright and intelligent. Their conversation was fluid, flowing from one subject to the next. “What a perfect evening” George thought. With the chocolate desert finished, the waiter brought out the bill. “So are you going to pay with that .25 cent quarter that I saw you goofly picking up earlier this morning?” Sarah said.
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