When I entered the store, the old woman squinted at me. “I’m going to win the lottery,” she said.
“Excuse me?” I looked behind me, hoping she was talking to someone else and not simply crazy, but it was only me and her in the store.
“I’m going to win the lottery,” she said again.
“OK… Do you have the new Batman?”
“I had a dream,” she said. “A man came to my door, a man who looked exactly like you. The next day, I won the lottery.”
I took that as my cue to leave, but six years later, on a hunch, I bought a newspaper and opened to a random page: ELDERLY COMIC STORE OWNER WINS LOTTO.