Random (and Not So Random) Encounters with Guitar Picks

Random (and Not So Random) Encounters with Guitar Picks
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Hi, Pauline, this is the Universe tapping in to you with a guitar pick (total pun intended). TAPPING.

For many, it’s a lucky penny. For me, it’s a lucky pick – guitar pick, that is.

You see, guitar picks of all makes and models constantly show up in my life in the most unexpected moments.

My first significant encounter with a guitar pick happened when I was driving across the desert after I accepted a job at Fender, and stopped to pump gas. What did I find at the gas pump? A guitar pick:

gas pump pickI could’ve chosen any other pump, but I stopped at that one where a medium-gauge Johnson guitar pick awaited me. I gasped with joy, took it as a sign and slam dunked that baby right into my pocket. Filed under: extraordinarily random.

The next random encounter happened during a meeting when I had a guitar pick attached to my body without knowing it:

Screen Shot 2016-02-07 at 6.57.24 PMIs it that I have magnetic abilities with plastic? Probably not. Filed under: random.

Then there are the times when you’re doing laundry and a red guitar pick pokes its cute little face and says “HELLO.” Filed under: kind of random.

Screen Shot 2016-02-07 at 7.12.52 PMOr how about the times when you’re about to do your makeup, only to find a Sam Ash guitar pick in the mix?

Screen Shot 2016-02-07 at 7.13.02 PMIt’s like the guitar pick cupid is trying to win my heart over, and it just keeps scoring. Filed under: flirtatiously random.

One of my favorite encounters, though, was when I got a flat tire. Who likes getting a flat tire? Not me. But that incident had a super happy ending when I found three – not one, but THREE – guitar picks in the trunk by the spare tire. Filed under: don’t worry, be happy random.

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That guitar pick encounter was so significant, it has its own individual blog post (click on image).

 

The latest guitar pick moment I had was today at a Starbucks. An unsuspecting, guitar-playing coffee lover must’ve pulled change out of his/her pocket, dropping the pick on to the ground by the cash register.

Screen Shot 2016-02-07 at 7.23.35 PMI looked around to see if anyone was its rightful owner, but there was nobody in sight. So I claimed it and gave it a new home, but not without gasping with excitement first. Filed under: let’s make sense of this random.

After I scored my “totem,” I sat down and couldn’t help but wonder: universe, what are you trying to tell me?

Screen Shot 2016-02-07 at 8.04.17 PMThey say you attract what you think of, so I suppose this means I must be┬áconstantly thinking of guitar, right? Well, yes, but I think it goes a little deeper than that… ­čÖé

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