After several hours of skiing with the family, I bought a snack for my son. As we were walking away, a penny from my change fell on the ground. I ignored it.
“Mom, you dropped a penny,” offered my helpful son.
So I said, “That’s okay. We’ll leave it on the ground so someone can have some good luck.”
Translation: “I’m middle-aged, only ski once a year, I’m sore and tired, and somehow I managed to injure my rib area by merely bending over to pick up a pole, and all I really want to do is get in a hot bath right now but I still have to carry my skis to the shuttle just to get back to the car, so I’ll be damned if I’m going to make the effort to bend over this sore body to pick up a measly penny on the ground.”
The Way I See It 