Max was on his way home from the corner store. It was a beautiful day out, so rather than waste the gas it took to drive down the street, he was riding his bike.
Max lived alone, so picking up a few things at the little store nearby was more than sufficient for his usual needs. He'd picked up a few food items to fill his nearly
empty cupboard and, on an impulse, he'd grabbed a package of socks and a package of underwear, on the theory that he never had enough of either, and tended
to run out before laundry day.
Halfway home, something caught his eye up ahead. He slowed to a stop next to the shiney object on the curb. It was an old medallion of some sort. Being
something of a packrat, Max tossed the interesting object into his bag and continued on his way home.
Once Max got back to his small apartment complex (and wrestled his bike into his second story apartment), he started to unpack. The medallion was on top, so he
removed it first.
After admiring the fine workmanship that obviously went into the otherwise dirty and tarnished medallion, he decided to put it on for now. Otherwise, he was
afraid, he'd set it down and forget about it.