[ WP ] Write two stories - the first in which a seemingly inconsequential decision leads a man to the best day of his life , and the second in which making the opposite decision leads him to his untimely death

**The Best** 
 
 Philip wiped the counter as he stirred cream into his coffee. The sun was bright out. He watched as people spoke softly in the small cafe; some were mothers out jogging, some were college students, some were men and women with jobs who let them hang out in coffee shops at nine in the morning. 
 
 He threw away the stir stick and napkin, and sipped his coffee. It was perfect. He sidestepped a skinny yuppie writing what was sure to be the next Best Seller on her Macbook, and walked outside. 
 
 The sun warmed his face, and he leaned into it. He took a deep breath. He was unemployed, but today it did n't seem that bad. He turned right and began walking toward the small bookstore on the corner. 
 
 He crossed the street. As he came up on the sidewalk, lost in thought, he bumped into a woman in a green summer dress. She had been struggling to pull her suitcase out of a cab, and he had n't seen her. He apologized, and knelt down to help gather her things. She looked up at him, green eyes piercing. They both smiled. He could n't help himself. 
 
 `` Hi,'' he said. `` Sorry about that, totally my mistake.'' She shook her head, grinning. 
 
 `` No worries,'' she replied. `` I was n't watching either.'' They sat a moment, not moving, just kneeling on the sidewalk, staring at each other. The sounds of the city washed over them, construction in the park across the street, the movers next to the coffee shop, cars passing. The whole world kept turning, while they looked at each other. 
 
 `` Listen,'' Philip said. `` This is going to sound crazy but... do you want to get some coffee?'' The woman raised her eyebrows and looked at the coffee cup in his hand. 
 
 `` Sure,'' she said. `` I'd love to.'' 
 *** 
 **The Worst** 
 
 Philip wiped the counter as he stirred cream into his coffee. The sun was bright out. He watched as people spoke softly in the small cafe; some were mothers out jogging, some were college students, some were men and women with jobs who let them hang out in coffee shops at nine in the morning. 
 
 He threw away the stir stick and napkin, and sipped his coffee. It was perfect. He sidestepped a skinny yuppie writing what was sure to be the next Best Seller on her Macbook, and walked outside. 
 
 The sun warmed his face, and he leaned into it. He took a deep breath. He was unemployed, but today it did n't seem that bad. He turned left and began walking to the newspaper stand next to the coffee shop. 
 
 At first, he did n't hear them. He was lost in thought. As he neared the newspaper stand, he realized men were yelling at him. He looked over and saw the movers, almost in slow motion, waving their arms at him. He looked behind him, and saw nothing. Looking back, he frowned at the movers, their fat beer guts jiggling as they ran across the street toward him, waving their arms, yelling at him. 
 
 He stood there a second longer, until the piano that had uncoupled above his head landed right on him, wood and keys splintering and spraying all over the sidewalk.
