The archaeologist was knackered. He had been awake for twenty-four hours and there was still no end in sight. Exhausted, he fumbled some coins into the hotel's coffee machine.
An error message flashed up, so he smacked the machine until it spluttered coffee out.
Today had been momentous. They had finally made the breakthrough they had hoped for and struck gold, quite literally in fact.
In amongst the pottery, the mosaics, and the statues there had been hundreds, thousands, of coins. A veritable treasure trove. The find of a lifetime.
Back in his room the archaeologist carried on with his work, emailing various sponsors and colleagues, and examining the catalogue of pictures of the finds.
He marvelled at the array as he sipped his coffee. As he clicked through the pictures of the various artefacts, he came to his personal favourite find of the day.
It was a coin, beautifully preserved, delicately detailed, and unique. Neither he nor any of his colleagues had seen a coin like it. It was an incredible piece of history and so was its finding.
A discovery like this was what the archaeologist had always dreamed of. Of course, it would go into the museum, but for just one night he had taken the liberty of holding onto it.
Why shouldn't he?
The archaeologist smiled at the picture and reached into his pocket to find the real coin. There was nothing there! Horrified he frantically searched every pocket. Still nothing.
He began flinging bags and clothes around the room, he must have put it down somewhere. He swore as he knocked over his coffee...and froze in horror.
He remembered thinking as he put coin after coin into the machine that the coffee was expensive, but he really did not expect it to cost so much.