Once when I was boarding a crowded bus in Mexico, I saw this sign above one row of seats:
Thinking that this was the seat that would make me pregnant (and they had left it open for me! they knew I was coming!) naturally I sat down in it.
But the more I sat there and stared at the picture, the more I decided that this seat might actually have an equal chance at giving me a larger-yet-saggier chest, a hunchback, and a huge ba-dunka dunk. However, I thought the possible pros outweighed the cons, so I continued to sit.
(Un)Fortunately, to date I have not ended up with any of the above.
But then again, neither has my husband.