Today I sold a bike I had picked up that didn't fit me. I sold it for much more than I paid, and I was driving to my bicycle maintenance class tonight and realized it was a lucky day, so I stopped for a lottery ticket on the way there. Now, I used to do work for the lottery and was not allowed to play it, and I don't like the odds, but it really felt like a lucky day. I have those, sometimes. So it was very* uncharacteristic for me to do it.
So I continued to drive to my class, and a half mile in front of me, a main bridge on 35W totally collapsed into the river. I couldn't see the actual bridge where I was, but saw the smoke and the swarms of people running to the site. I decided that whatever happened, it was best for people to get out of there instead of going towards it, so I turned around, crossed the meridian and went north on the freeway.
I suppose I should have stayed to help, but I always lean towards making room for the professionals. Plus, I wasn't sure exactly* what had happened at that time. It didn't make the radio news until I was back in St. Paul.
So, the bicycle led to the lottery ticket, which postponed me just about the right amount of time to make up for 1/2 mile at 10-20 mph (rush hour traffic and Twins game).