Harry dressed for church.
He'd never liked churches before discovering the Church of Schrödinger's Cat. It's members didn't promise an afterlife, they just promised his luck would change. He could use some luck.
Today would be his hundredth trip into the Cat's Box.
Harry owned two kinds of sweat socks. Low tops and high tops. He randomly pulled two socks from the drawer. When they didn't match he pulled another... and then another.
Staring at the indeterminate socks he was holding Harry realized that they'd told him the truth. His luck really had changed.