I’m walking through Hackney with Jack, it’s around 11pm. We just bought some ice cream and are going to watch an episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race at his place, when I found a penny on the street. I don’t like english money; they coins are heavy and their sizes are weird.
Jack hums, Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck. But really, I’m not going to pick up this penny, it’s almost 12, the day is over already anyway, there is just no point.