You Picked Up A Penny.
Missed Connections in Portland, OR
You picked up a penny at the Portland airport.
You mentioned what it meant, I told you a story about someone.
I wish we could have talked longer.
I was very intrigued and thought you were a beautiful woman.
Who was my story about?
I feel like we have unfinished business.
I am guessing posting this is a needle in a haystack….
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
Sometimes when I find and pick up a penny, I play a game where I try to remember good things that happened in the year the penny was minted. A penny doesn’t buy much today, but positive thoughts are worth their weight in gold. Hopefully our Portland poet found their penny picker!