Conditional Reality

Cornerlot Presskit found a penny on the sidewalk. It was several yards wide and half a foot thick. He carried it to his bank to deposit it into his account. The teller said she couldn’t accept the coin because it was too big to fit into the bank’s coin counting machine. Cornerlot said that since it was only one penny, there was no need to machine count it. The teller’s world tilted and slipped away into the void. I’ll get the manager, she said. I’ll wait right here, said Cornerlot. The manager never came. Cornerlot’s penny got bigger and bigger.