The black cat takes it time walking across the sidewalk in front of him. As if it knows. Knows that he brings bad luck. The man had frozen, his fingers clutching his lucky rabbits foot. The cat stopped a little more than halfway across and sits down and begins licking itself.

The man creeps closer and sneaks past on the farthest edge of the walkway. He speed walks away as long as he can, then stops. He looks back, and the cat is little more than a tiny speck in the distance. It slinks off.

Whew. Maybe the foot saved him. He walks to the end of the sidewalk and clicks the button on the side of the pole. While waiting he happens to glance to his left. The black cat is standing not a foot away from his feet. He gasps and stumbles back. Tripping over the edge of the sidewalk. Landing on his back. In the middle of the road.

The man barely has time to scream before the truck is there.

Very unlucky.