When I was probably about twelve or thirteen years old, I was switching out my winter and summer clothes when a flash of brilliance struck. I decided I'd put a ten dollar bill in the pocket of my jeans, so that when I pulled them out of the closet the following fall, I'd come across that little surprise and be delighted to remember I was ten dollars richer than I thought I was.
I told my mom about my idea, and she said, "Well, if you're the one that puts the money in the pocket, it's not going to be much of a surprise."
She was right, so I kept the ten bucks and probably spent it on some BonneBell Cappuccino Lip Lites and a tube of roll-on body glitter.
Today was unseasonably warm for February in Pennsylvania, so I wore a light jacket I hadn't worn since last spring. When I got to the office and put my keys in the pocket, I felt a piece of paper. I figured it was an old receipt, so imagine my surprise when I pulled it out and discovered that it was in fact a ten dollar bill.
You would have thought I'd won the lottery.
If only my thirteen year old self had known that in fifteen years, I would be leaving money in my pockets and really and truly forgetting it was in there.
It's just as great as I imagined it would be.