Five Cents Short
Earlier today at the shops, I was half way through lunch - which was just a little bit spicy - when I felt I really needed a drink of some kind. I looked over at the prices of the pineapple juice, $2.30. I counted up all the change I had left, $2.25 just five cents short.
After looking around hopefully on the ground, I noticed the person at the next table had a stack of coins piled up. They were kind enough to part with one of their five cent pieces and I was able to buy the drink.
Later on, walking out of Woolworths, I happened to spot the shiny sparkle of a five cent coin on the ground in front of me. It seems always when you're not looking for something, that's when it shows up.