And I found a dollar. It was an actual dollar too, which is sort of unusual seeing as how it's not our national currency over here. I picked it up, and contemplated for a moment how absurdly improbable it was that I had found this large gilded coin. I almost lol'd when I turned it around to see an embossed picture of a native American woman with the word LIBERTY stamped over it in bold lettering. So while I'm standing in the middle of the sidewalk obstructing traffic and looking like an idiot, I hear a voice shouting out "did you find my coin?" This was also in English, which I found rather odd. A girl who looked about my age approached me, and I asked "was it a silver dollar?" when she said yes I jokingly answered that this couldn't be hers since it wasn't silver. She laughed and looked strangely relieved as I gave her the coin back. Turns out she was a coin collector from the states, and that one was only minted for a year or so. I wished her good luck with the hunt for moar coinage, and went on my merry way. I still regret not asking her to have coffee with me or something. I wonder how her day was.