I noticed a fellow employee out smoking as I was walking into the office. "Awesome day, isn't it?" I asked him, turning my face up to briefly catch the rays of the sun.
"Yeah," he said morosely, "I'm waiting for the storm."
My mood dimmed a bit. "Oh. Hm. You're right, it'll probably snow tomorrow."
"That's what I'm thinking," he replied soberly.
I went inside and didn't think about it for the rest of the day.
Today it's snowing.
I could not make this stuff up.
Tomorrow, I will take an oath to dedicate my newfound precognitive powers to Good.
But first, I'm picking some lottery numbers.