Horoscope

Today is your lucky day. The number 16 is very important and can lead to a life-changing situation.
Jake thought horoscopes were a load of bollocks, but he read his every morning while he ate breakfast.
He knew that if it were to be believed that 1/12 of the population would now be expecting good fortune centred around the number 16. And how likely was it really? He was no mathemetician, but he guessed the odds were high and the chances were low.
Jake left the house and turned on to the street. It was a short walk to the bus stop and he had plenty of time.
"Morning," called Mr Hope from across the road.
"Morning," Jake called back, offering a slight wave as he did so.
He wasn't focused on where he was walking as a result and he tripped over a loose paving stone. An expletive was muttered as he was sent sprawling over the pavement.
The first thing he noticed in his horizontal state was a twenty pound note just sitting there, right in front of his face.
He grabbed the money, stood up and dusted himself down. He was less sceptical about the horoscope now. A twenty quid windfall was far from the worst start to a day he'd had that week. Or most weeks.
Jake reached the main road and waited at the bus stop. He stood with his back to the oncoming traffic as he made small talk with a man who worked in the same building as he did, but whose name he didn't know.
"Look out!" somebody yelled.
Jake turned just in time to see a bus being driven by a man who seemed to be unconscious mount the kerb a few feet away from him.
He and the man he was talking to were crushed against a wall.
It wasn't the bus they'd hoped to catch. It was the number 16.