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So, here's a bizarre story-snippet. I do not know why I thought of it. You must believe that there was no reason for me to think of this. It's Erin's story, not mine, but man is it weird.

This summer, Erin canvassed for the Sierra Club, which meant a lot of door-to-door walking in the hot sun and dealing with weird/annoyed/just plain creepy people. Of all those stories, this is my personal favorite, told me to while we stood in line at Canobie Lake Park, dripping water from having ridden the Yankee Cannonball. We had been discussing throwing coins into ponds for luck, and Erin said, "Funny story..."
She had gone to this one man's house, and gone through her give-us-money-please spiel (something in me insists there was something odd about the way he was dressed - in a bathrobe or something). He paused, and said, "Well, I'd love to donate, but I'm not sure I have anything. Oh, wait!"
He goes into the house. He's gone quite a while. He comes back with a plastic bag chockfull of dripping wet coins. That's right. Obviously wet coins. The bag had water beaded on it. He asked, "Do accept coins?" There was clearly a lot of money in there, so Erin said sure, and took it. She counted it later, and there was over 50 dollars. In soaked coins. Which she then had to carry around.
Erin would do an awful lot to find out just why his coins were all wet. Did he have a personal wishing well?