With the flip of a coin

Silly story that I am going to share anyway.

I was standing by the incredibly slow fax machine waiting for a confirmation that the piece of paper I sent had been properly digitized and arrived unscrambled at its destination. In my pocket I had a quarter, in my brain an idea.

"Heads, I like him; tails, we'll stay friends."

Three times in a row. and then...

With a different boy in mind.

"Heads, I like him; tails, just friends."

I think it's a sign. (I would.)

Seriously considering basing crucial life decisions on a quarter now. Ha ha.