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:
I 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:
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.
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.
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.
I 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?