After leaving the racetrack Roy bumped into his old friend Marty on the bus.
“You want to hear one of the most amazing things that ever happened?” asked Roy. “Tell me- what’s today’s date?”
“July seventh,” Marty replied.
“Right. The seventh day, of the seventh month,” Roy began to explain. “I went to the track at seven minutes past seven. My son is seven years old today, and we live at number seven, Seventh Avenue.”
“Let me guess,” Marty interrupted. “You put everything you had on the seventh horse in the seventh race.”
“And he won?” asked Marty with anticipation.
“No,” replied Roy. “He came in seventh.”