This story took place twenty years ago.
One day my friend Olya and I were invited to the army send-off of our mutual acquaintance. Sitting at the table, Olga, a charming slender girl, accidentally dropped a spoon on the floor. For a second she thought about whether to pick it up or pretend that nothing had happened, or it would be embarrassing in front of the guests, they would say that she was a slacker. But I decided to pick it up.
Only she bent under the table, as with all her might she collided with another guest - Mikhail. He was the only one who noticed that the girl had dropped her spoon and did not dare to pick it up, and like a true gentleman he decided to help. The blow was impressive. The grandmother of the culprit brought ice and added that according to the omen, they should be husband and wife now. It was not for nothing that fate had pushed them together!
Six months later, I attended Olga and Mikhail's wedding. So don't believe in omens.