Setting: A sunny Saturday morning in Melbourne. Mia and Jack are walking through the Queen Victoria Market, sipping iced coffees and browsing through stalls.
Mia: (suddenly stops) Wait, wait! Don’t move, Jack! There’s a pin right there on the ground!
Jack: (looks down) A pin? You mean that tiny metal thing next to the fruit stall?
Mia: Yes! If you see a pin and pick it up, you’ll have good luck all day. But if you ignore it, bad luck’s coming your way. I’m picking it up.
Jack: (laughing) Mia, it’s literally a sewing pin. You might get a tetanus shot, not good luck.
Mia: Oh, come on. My gran used to say it all the time: “See a pin and pick it up, all the day you’ll have good luck.” She swore it worked!
Jack: Yeah, but your gran probably also believed that putting a hat on the bed brings misfortune.
Mia: She did! And she lived to ninety-three. Clearly, luck was on her side.
Jack: Or maybe she just had good genes and wore seatbelts.
Mia: (smiling) You and your science logic. But seriously, Jack, remember last month when I found that safety pin outside the office? I picked it up, and the very next day I got that client deal I’d been chasing for weeks! Coincidence? I think not.
Jack: Definitely coincidence. You worked hard for that deal for months. The pin didn’t send an email to the client saying “Please sign with Mia.”
Mia: (laughs) Okay, fair. But still, it felt like a sign. I like the idea that the universe gives little nods when you’re on the right track.
Jack: I get that—it’s comforting. But it’s also how our brains work. We connect unrelated things and call it fate. It’s called confirmation bias.
Mia: So you’re saying I’m just imagining it?
Jack: Not imagining—interpreting. We notice the “lucky” times and forget the countless times we picked up something random and nothing happened.
Mia: Hmm. But isn’t it harmless to believe in a little luck? Life’s unpredictable—sometimes it’s nice to feel like the universe is on your side.
Jack: True. As long as you don’t start picking up rusty nails or chewing gum “for luck.”
Mia: (grinning) No promises. But I do think having a bit of belief makes life more magical. You’re too practical, Jack.
Jack: Practical? I just like my luck in clean, bacteria-free packaging.
Mia: (laughs) So, you’re saying if I pick up this pin, I’ll get a shot of tetanus and good luck? Sounds like a fair trade.
Jack: Fine, but if you start glowing later, I’m not driving you to the hospital.
Mia: Deal. (picks up the pin and tucks it in her purse) There! Now the universe owes me one.
Jack: (shakes his head) Just don’t stab yourself reaching for your wallet later.
Mia: If I do, I’ll say it’s “bad luck” for doubting the superstition.
Jack: And I’ll say it’s “predictable” for carrying a pointy metal object in your bag.
Mia: You know what, Jack? You need a bit of luck yourself. Maybe next time you should pick one up.
Jack: I’ll take my chances with hard work and coffee, thanks.
Mia: (smiling) And I’ll take mine with a sprinkle of superstition. Makes life more fun.
Jack: (laughs) Fair enough. Just promise me one thing—if you ever find a horseshoe, don’t try to fit it in your purse.
Mia: No promises!
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