Tuesday, April 19, 2016

8. Dumb Luck
By 3:45 Mikey had finished five beers.  Seeing the time, he jumped to his feet. "I'm gonna be late!" he said to Repulsive, as he hurried from the basement to the garage. "Shoulda left by 3:30."  He scowled when he saw the closed garage door.  Sheila, his wife, would hear him leaving.  She'd know exactly how long he'd been gone when he got back.  'Just my luck,' he thought.'No drinks in the clubhouse today.'

On the drive to the course, Mikey ran a stop sign.  A cop saw him, but was busy writing a speeding ticket for another driver.   Traffic on the highway crawled along as people slowed to see the aftermath of an accident fifteen minutes old. Once again, Mikey cursed his luck. The kid driving the car behind Mikey texted his girlfriend  he was going to be late.  He missed hitting Mikey's bumper by an inch.

When Mikey got to the golf course, he stubbed his toe on the curb, and cursed the bad luck following him everywhere.

Today I may never know how lucky I really was, or wasn't. 

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction.  Any resemblence between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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