I love shiny things. I love the way the light reflects off of them, dancing specular highlights that sparkle and hold my attention. Which is why I was delighted yesterday to receive a new penny as my change.
I looked at it in my hand and exclaimed, “Ooh! Shiny!”, my expression breaking into a beaming smile. The person who served me looked at me in that way — as if trying to decide if I was crazy.
I decided to explain: “I like shiny. Shiny is good.”
For some reason this didn’t convince her of my sanity or normality! “You’re weird” she said as she walked away, but she was smiling as she said it. She recounted this to the other member of the bar staff, a young woman. She laughed, but in a friendly way, and as she walked past me I repeated “Shiny is good!”.
I was happy because I had acted naturally and gained pleasure from my new shiny possession. They were happy because they found my reaction amusing. I wasn’t offended, there was no malice. Everyone walked away a little happier: definite win-win.