Picked up a shift tonight at the Green Iguana. (Yes, I still do that.) Early on in the evening, I was refilling someone's iced tea, and noticed as I wandered away from the service station that my trousers were wet. Specifically, they were wet in just one little, inconvenient spot on the front and a bit off to one side. Briefly bewildered, I figured I'd splashed myself accidentally and carried on.
Five minutes later, I had not been back to the service station, and my trousers were profoundly wet. More wet than they had been. And cold. I thought, "This is really weird," and for some reason stuck my hand in my pocket.
I found an ice cube. Half melted.
Now that is a lucky shot.
Accordingly, I decided to buy a scratch-off ticket the moment I got off work. But then I got off later than any reliable scratch-off vendors were open -- so I suppose we should conclude from this exercise that it wasn't that manner of luck to begin with.
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