One night in the woods with friends, we had a long conversation about aliens. My belief, which argued strongly, was if they were intelligent, one should be able to go up to one, and ask for a dime, for a phone call, this was a long time ago. After an hour or more of different views, we began to leave. When I looked down on the ground, there in the moonlight was a bright shiny dime, that had not been there earlier.