At the snack machine, I got to wishing that God would give me a sign, I don't even know what of, by putting an extra coin in the change slot.
Well, of course there wasn't an extra coin there. I wondered if God would have considered that theft and wondered why couldn't he give me an easier sign, like maybe the nickel from the machine having a significant date. Like 1978, the year I was born.
With the thoughts only half-formed and not really taken seriously, I fished the nickel back out and looked at it.