Lucky Penny

I had a cultural adventure this morning.

There's a charming little bakery next door to my apartment with every kind of delicious German baked good imaginable. (The buttercroissants are my heavenly reward for an early morning run.) The proprietor of said establishment is a charming old girl with two children, aged 25 and 30, who insists on speaking her uniquely Germanized English to me. She's completely charming.

This morning after handing me my change she gave me a single penny. "There! That is a lucky penny for you. It is lucky because I spit on it. I spit on it three times. Put put put! Like that."

I'll keep it forever.