At the bus stop, anxiety and anticipation mix in equal measure. It’s Tuesday—a day notoriously unlucky for missed buses—and yet, as I watch, the bus lingers as if it too were pondering the mysteries of destiny. I board with a silent nod of thanks, clutching my lucky coin, a cherished relic from a soothsayer ancestor. Every clink of that coin reassures me that the universe, in its infinite wisdom, ...