Lester leaned down to pick up a half dollar he spotted next to the curb. Its shiny silver surface gleamed against the dark mud that had collected in the gutter. "This is my lucky day!" he thought as he noticed the date on the coin. And indeed he was right. He was lucky, especially compared to Warren Satterfield who ran a small deli just two and a half blocks away and had just lost three fingers in the sausage grinder.
Oh, but it really wasn't that unlucky... at least they weren't his fingers.