Wasted Wishes

So as I got ready for work this morning, I remembered I had two uniforms to pick up today. I like having exact change for the dry cleaners, so at $5.20 a piece, I needed 40 cents to accompany the sawbuck for the transaction.

I pulled 35 cents out of my pocket and started searching my room for that last 5 cents. The desk, the night stand, the dresser; all of them change-less. I checked my U.S. change cup; it was empty. My Korean Won change cup sat on the desk. I keep my change pretty well separated, but what the hell, you know?

As I reached for the cup I said out loud, “I really need a nickel!” I looked in the cup, and sitting on the top of the Korean change, was, not a dime, not a quarter, but a nickel. “Yes!!!” I shouted. As I put the nickel in my pocket, I froze for a second.

“I really need a million dollars!” I pulled the drawer open on my desk: Yeah, nothing.

Was it the fact that a million dollars wouldn’t fit in that drawer, or had I wasted a wish on a nickel? I think I wasted that wish. I think every-so-often, the stars align for a brief second, and a miracle happens.

From this day forward, when I wish, I’m wishing big.

As I type this, I am remembering a similar conversation I had with Baxter back around January. As he walked up to the chow-hall, he would wish that whatever food they were serving at that meal “would not suck.” I can’t remember the specifics, so Bax, if you’re reading, could you clarify your hypothesis?