The Sad Story Of My Lucky Quarter...

Goes like this. Today I was out on an errand with Mom (I had to buy a birthday present for my friend otherwise I would have stayed home, out of the heat) and before I left I had flipped a quarter and called it right five times in a row! I told mom and she said it was impossible and told me to do it again. You know what? I did it again! and after that she told me to do it AGAIN so I did it AGAIN!!! By now I was sure this was the luckiest quarter in the world. Shortly we arrived at the drug store (that's where I would buy my present) and went in. After walking around and picking things out, I went up to pay. My payment would consist of: one loonie, one toonie, and 12 quarters. After I paid and Mom paid we got a lotto 649 ticket for my Dad, and after I picked the first box I flipped my quarter to find out whether I should keep the number ( do I keep 12 *flip* tails, nope *changes 12*). After that Mom had to line up again to pay, and I went outside and flipped my quarter. But I kept calling it wrong again and again and again!! "Oh no," I thought. "I must have given my lucky quarter to the cashier!" I went back in and Mom was just paying. When I got there she was done and my hope fell... but then I felt a second quarter in my pocket. So on the way home and after I got home I just kept flipping, but I only got it about half the time. I was very depressed, but I figure if one IS my lucky quarter I should give it a break to regain its luck. So that is what I will do. Calling it right five times in a row, three times is pretty lucky, you must admit. For the mathematicians among us, Mom says the odds of that are: "I don't know" AND THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS!