Do you ever have a stroke of luck that ends up coming back
to bite you? This seems to happen to me
at times. In fact, the only untainted
luck I’ve ever had is when I won an ipod nano (version 2.0 baby) in high
school. Yes, I still use it by the way.
Anyway, my deceptive lucky streak struck again this past
week. I’ve had 50 cents in my backpack
all semester, which is not enough to buy any good treats at school. I don’t really condone very many vending-machine
purchases anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal, but I thought that if I somehow
found a dime somewhere I would definitely use it to get a red cream soda.
Of course, I did eventually see a dime on the floor one day (que suerte!), but I didn’t pick it up. There
were tons of people around, and it seemed kind of ridiculous to dive for a dime
during class changes where I could get trampled. During class I decided I’d go back by the
dime afterward; and if it was still there, I’d pick it up. Well, it was still there (que suerte!), so
I headed straight to the vending room with my 60 cents! (Wasn’t there a conference talk about finding
money on the street when you need it?
Finally it was happening to me!)
I started putting my quarters in the drink machine, and found out the
vending machine was jammed. I lost my
quarter, and the machine wouldn’t give it back to me. So, now I have 35 cents and no cream soda.
Que suerte mal.
