The Coin Story

I flipped a coin. It showed ‘Head’.

I flipped it again. It showed … umm … ‘Tail’.

Amused, I asked the coin, “Do you remember the last toss?”.

The coin shrugged, “I am pretty independent that way.” 

“Then, how come, if I toss you one hundred times, you will show ‘Head’ fifty times? If you don’t remember anything?”

The coin said, “I may or may not. If I don’t, you won’t call me a fair coin, will you?”

I pretended I was in deep thought.

It continued, “Maybe, you should toss me one million times, one thousand sets of one thousand tosses, you know, to see for yourself whether I behave NORMALLY.”

“I don’t have time,” I grumbled.
“Besides, how can one behave ‘normally’, if one doesn’t remember anything about the outcomes of the previous tosses?” 

The coin grinned, like a wise man.

“If I give you the answer, will you read anymore your probability books? Will you listen to your professors?”

Annoyed, I stopped talking to the coin since that day and started befriending a racehorse.