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Weirdest thing happened this morning.
I was cutting through the empty mail room by the loading dock coming into the building. I came into the small room, walked four paces to the opposite door, opened it, and heard all these coins falling on the floor.
I glanced back, and saw a handful of change still rolling around on the floor in the far corner, away from both doors I had just used. I was the only person in the room. I had no change in my pockets that might have fallen out.
I walked back over to that corner and picked up 40 cents in nickels and a couple dimes. The only thing I can figure is that there were a couple tiny mail slots, and some unseen and unheard person on the other side of the wall had shoved a handful of change out one of those slots. Or maybe it had something to do with the vending machine in there. The room is small enough that when you open a door fast, it would affect the air pressure in there.
Bizarre. Ghosts are throwing change at me.
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