You dropped a coin on the pavement. While gathering payment for your sausage roll. You looked down to check what it was. A penny. You didn’t feel any wiser. The portly stranger before you in the queue collected his steak slice and huffed toward the station. You shuffled forward to the counter. The vendor, bearded and crumbly, did a double-take, stopped, and stared at you in profound recognition. You made your order. He nodded, slightly confused. As he fetched your order he shook his head cautiously and turned back to look at you again, squinting slightly. You were checking the news on your phone. He handed you your roll and you went on your way. He decided he must have been mistaken.

I think you dropped it too soon.