The Philosophical Turkey and I

Oh Friends! Have you heard of the great philosophical turkey? Let me tell you about this great turkey. One day the turkey was sold from its farm to a man, who puts it in a little house. The first day, when the turkey sees the man's boots walking coming towards the door of the little house, the turkey got really scared and hid in the remotest corner of the house. But the man is a very nice man, and he only came to give the turkey food, then he left. The turkey slowly stepped forward, cautiously ate the food, and then went to bed. The next day, while the turkey was doing some thinking, it saw boots again. It got very scared and hid in the remotest corner of the little house. Again, the nice man only put down some food and left; the turkey stepped forward, cautiously ate the food, then went to bed. The third day, the same thing happened. The turkey was still afraid, but less afraid then first day, went to the food, ate it cautiously, and then went to bed. This went on for a week, two weeks, 30 days, 50 days, 75 days... The turkey gradually was less afraid of the boots. In fact, by the 99th day, it readily waited for the boots, and indeed, the nice man fed it, and left; the turkey ate with all the pleasure, then went to bed for a good night sleep. The next day, the turkey, after it has done its share of thinking, waited happily at the door. The boots came, and the turkey looks down, ready to bend down and feast. Unfortunately, the turkey did not know that it is Thanksgiving. The man opened the little door and broke the turkey's neck, brought it back to the house, and cooked it for his family.

The moral of the story: do not ever trust the principle of induction.

Of course, this moral has tremendous implications:
1. The sun might not rise tomorrow.
2. The next time you jump out of the window, you might not fall.
3. The next apple you eat might taste like chicken (and hence the expression "it tastes like chicken").
4. Your next class might be cancelled.
5. Your glasses (or your eyeballs, if you don't have glasses) might fall apart the next moment you take them off (of course, you cannot really "take off your eyeballs", so it follows that your eyeballs won't actually fall apart...).
etc...

Now, as the title indicates, "The Philosophical Turkey and I", you might be wondering: what does this turkey have to do with me? Well, let me tell you a little story. This morning I was, as usual, waiting for the 7:30 bus. Like every morning, the bus comes at 7:30, rain or shine. But it didn't come today. I ended up getting on the bus at 7:50. During that long moments of waiting, apart from the crazy existentialist angst I feel, otherwise, I really feel like the Philosophical Turkey...