The quarter Trail that Turned to washers

"I was walking somewhere and looked down and there was a quarter. Silver, shiny, heads up. I picked it up. Then there was another one a few steps ahead. Then another. It wasn't like a trail exactly. More like somebody was walking ahead of me dropping them on purpose. I kept saying "okay, one more, then I'll stop" and then there'd be another one. My pockets got heavy. I could hear them clinking when I walked. That sound was the best part. I remember that more than anything. A kid on a bike rode past and I almost told him but I didn't. I don't know why. I wanted them. Then I was home and I emptied my pockets on the kitchen table and it was just... washers. Hardware store washers. Silver ones, but washers. I stood there looking at them. I woke up and checked my jacket pockets before I even sat up. Nothing. Just a receipt. Lay back down. Could still kind of hear that clinking. Got up eventually. Went to work. Found a penny in the parking lot and picked it up anyway."