We stood at the corner, waiting for the light to change.
A car passed and something clanged and noisely came to a stop onto the ground before us.

"Whoa!"

"What's that?"

"Holy Shit. It's a horseshoe."

"What? How?"

"I don't know."

"Well pick it up. It's good luck."

I stooped down and picked it up. It was pretty light and no sign of rust.

"Must be Aluminium."

"Let me see.... ya It's definately Aluminum."

"Tell me, how did someone figure out that a piece of metal used by Horses to walk in their own shit was a source of good luck?"

"Wait I know this...." A long pause, the light changed to green and we started to jog again, shiny, shitty horseshoe now in my left hand.

"I believe its from the wild west."

"No shit Sherlock"

"No seriously. Someone bent down to look at his horse's shoes just as someone shot at him. The shot missed and then that guy killed the guy who tried to kill him."

"So that horse shoe saved him?"

"Obviously that would be the interpretation."

"Seems lucky enough."

"Think it'll save your life?"

"I'm not planning on riding a horse, let alone having anyone shoot at me."

"Not yet you're not."

Hmmm, I thought, This is true.
"Alright, that's a valid point. I want to change the subject now, I'm not using up my good luck now."

"I like the haircut."

"I'm wearing a hat!"
...
This week promises to be absolutely fantastic.
Did the horseshoe I dropped less than a block later have anything to do with it?