My Recliner Ate My Coin!
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sitting back tonite...fire crackling....cat number 3 firmly asleep on my lap, recliner....warm...
blanket....warm
reach over, pick up my new Feuchtwanger 1A in the flip......
recliner, warm......blanket. cat...
open flip, ease coin out...and as I am doing this...
then thought
My Recliner Ate My Coin.
and dammmmit if that coin didnt slip out somehow..and in the blink of an eye, vanish...
cat number 3...blanket...recliner...fire crackling....and the coin has disappeared. gone. vanished. cat? no.. not his fault. hes sedentary and dosent move much.
so....where is it? blanket? shirt? did it slip down INTO the recliner
the thought...
The Recliner Ate My Coin.
sickening....
so, carefully, explain to cat number 3 to get down. warm.
finally, he moves. I pull the blanket up around me, ease up. stand over the carpet, shake the blanket...no sound. Search chair, pull out two quarters, three pennies (cents).....an old wrapper from cheese puffs....no coin.
no coin.
The
Recliner
Ate
My
Coin.
dammmmit.
really, getting sick at this point, feeling a queasy feeling...seriously. TV? oh..its still on.
didnt really realize that the recliner ate my coin.
so....thinking this out now....my Metal Detector. IN the next room
If I go and get it...MOVE from this spot....then the possiblity would exist that the coin was somewhere in my clothing and it could then have been lost
out in the other part of the building. didnt want to risk that.
look around, realllllly carefully. all over. tip chair over, nothing (OK, and old sock).
no coin.
about 34 minutes pass, looking all over. LOTS of coins turn up. pennies here and there, back into the chair..OMG, heres the 1901 IHC I lost last year....
no coin *not the one I was looking for anyway*.
OK. things just do not vanish.
Strip.
Go into next room and get metal detector.
Back into the cloths....cat puzzled at this point they do NOT like the noise of the metal detector.
Beep.
finally, a beep. IN the blanket.
this is an old blanket.
My mother made it, probably like 1965 or so.... for camping.
beep.
finally, honing in on it.
and then I see a little rip in the outer layer of that blanket.
and there is the stupid coin.
blanket....warm
reach over, pick up my new Feuchtwanger 1A in the flip......
recliner, warm......blanket. cat...
open flip, ease coin out...and as I am doing this...
then thought
My Recliner Ate My Coin.
and dammmmit if that coin didnt slip out somehow..and in the blink of an eye, vanish...
cat number 3...blanket...recliner...fire crackling....and the coin has disappeared. gone. vanished. cat? no.. not his fault. hes sedentary and dosent move much.
so....where is it? blanket? shirt? did it slip down INTO the recliner
the thought...
The Recliner Ate My Coin.
sickening....
so, carefully, explain to cat number 3 to get down. warm.
finally, he moves. I pull the blanket up around me, ease up. stand over the carpet, shake the blanket...no sound. Search chair, pull out two quarters, three pennies (cents).....an old wrapper from cheese puffs....no coin.
no coin.
The
Recliner
Ate
My
Coin.
dammmmit.
really, getting sick at this point, feeling a queasy feeling...seriously. TV? oh..its still on.
didnt really realize that the recliner ate my coin.
so....thinking this out now....my Metal Detector. IN the next room
If I go and get it...MOVE from this spot....then the possiblity would exist that the coin was somewhere in my clothing and it could then have been lost
out in the other part of the building. didnt want to risk that.
look around, realllllly carefully. all over. tip chair over, nothing (OK, and old sock).
no coin.
about 34 minutes pass, looking all over. LOTS of coins turn up. pennies here and there, back into the chair..OMG, heres the 1901 IHC I lost last year....
no coin *not the one I was looking for anyway*.
OK. things just do not vanish.
Strip.
Go into next room and get metal detector.
Back into the cloths....cat puzzled at this point they do NOT like the noise of the metal detector.
Beep.
finally, a beep. IN the blanket.
this is an old blanket.
My mother made it, probably like 1965 or so.... for camping.
beep.
finally, honing in on it.
and then I see a little rip in the outer layer of that blanket.
and there is the stupid coin.
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Comments
At least you found it!
-Paul
Ron
Well done, and glad you found it!
Drunner
I lost a 1875 50c piece for 3 months - pocket piece I'm using for a golf ball marker.
Daughter breaks her foot this Christmas, wants to stay with us for a few days. We make up the hide-a-bed and sure enough, there it is!
Metal detector is a great twist - thanks for the story.
I knew it would happen.
So, here's my 'You Big Dummy'! lol (remember, it's all in jest...I'm still laughing about the 'strip' part! LOL
<< <i>Don't worry, cat number 3 will get even with you for moving him.
Does anyone remember the The Fearless Freak Brothers from the late 60 and early 70's? I think they might have been in National Lampoon for a while. Fat Freddie's Cat had a way of getting even which involved Fat Freddie's head phones. He would use the head phones
as a litter box. Watch out for Cat # 3.
Ron
I put one on the curb before the holidays and before I did I turned it upside down and shuck it found lots of change some long lost keys
but no keepers.
Looking for Top Pop Mercury Dime Varieties & High Grade Mercury Dime Toners.
I just rip everything to shreds before I throw it out. There will be
a lot of things you forgot about completely so they're like little presents
from the past. Of course when you're seen puling apart a vacuum cleaner
bag you need a ready excuse or people will gt some strange ideas.
When I first got the coins, I remember sitting in the family recliner, and laying all the Morgans out on the arm rest... of course the inevitable happened, the chair shifted, and the coins went scattering. I was able to quickly recover all of them, except for one... or so I thought? Did I imagine it? I dug down into that chair, looking in every crevice, and nada. I MUST have found them all... but did I? I could have sworn there was 1 more. After a an exhaustive, fruitless, search, I concluded that I must be imagining things.
A few later, my family decided to junk that old wrecked chair, and they hauled it out to the edge of our driveway for collection.
Of course to a kid, having a recliner sit on your own driveway is quite the novelty... especially if ones parents no longer cared how much we kids abused it. We sat in it, jumped on it, crashed into it with our bikes... and then "clink"... a Morgan dollar fell out of it. I had almost forgotten about loosing it... but I was glad to get it back before it got lost forever in the city dump!
>>>My Collection
Rok
LA KINGS #11 - KOPITAR
<< <i>Does anyone remember the The Fearless Freak Brothers from the late 60 and early 70's? >>
Ah, yes. The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers were friends of mine.
60 years into this hobby and I'm still working on my Lincoln set!
<< <i>this is one of the reasons I LIKE slabs!
Agree. Also, I've had the same experience which is why I never look at raw small coins anywhere other than over a table.
Worry is the interest you pay on a debt you may not owe.
"Paper money eventually returns to its intrinsic value---zero."----Voltaire
"Everything you say should be true, but not everything true should be said."----Voltaire
Worry is the interest you pay on a debt you may not owe.
"Paper money eventually returns to its intrinsic value---zero."----Voltaire
"Everything you say should be true, but not everything true should be said."----Voltaire
a difficult chore......
Experience the World through Numismatics...it's more than you can imagine.
What an exodus! Sounds very familiar.
I did that once, on a friend's couch. With an Indian gold fanam. (Familiar with fanams? No? They're TINY gold coins, like nine or ten millimeters in diameter. Not much bigger around than a pencil eraser. Maybe a tad bigger than a saccharine tablet.)
It wasn't terribly valuable, but hey, it WAS a 300-year-old gold coin, even if it was a teeeeeny-tiny one.
I was putting the coin in a flip and it flipped. Down between my legs, into the couch.
We took up the couch cushions. We dug in between all the upholstery seams.
Finally, we took two or three people and turned the couch upside-down and SHOOK it.
Nothin' but dustbunnies and the usual couch cushion treasures.
I had my detector with me but it wouldn't do any good, since the couch was full of metal springs and the floor was concrete with rebar in it.
My friend found the coin something like six months later, while sweeping his kitchen floor. Never mind that it had been lost in the living room.
It apparently migrated to beneath the fridge somehow.
Found it six months later when I pulled the suit I was wearing that day off the hanger, and I got bumped by something slightly heavier than a pant cuff, in my pant cuff. The thing stayed there for six months through occasional use. Thankful I never dry cleaned it because the coin had some real value.
Well, just Love coins, period.