That day had started in a bad way, he had overslept and he was going late to work. In his way to the bus station, he saw, what it seemed, a clover of four leafs growing up in the pavement, but since he was in a rush, he picked it up without giving it a second look and saved it on the pocket of his shirt.
Miraculously, he got in time to work and, after being congratulated for his latest project, he thought it was all thanks to the lucky clover he had found that morning. His luck had changed.
That day, he kept gently hitting the pocket of his shirt, trusting in the lucky charm he had inside of it, so, he dared to ask for a rise, which was given to him without a doubt. He got a date with the girl he liked and was called from the bank to inform him that his credit had been approved.
Later that day, when he was going back home, he, wanting to abuse of the lucky clover, bought a lottery ticket. He started scratching it and when there was only one number left, he noticed that all the numbers matched the jackpot; but he got so excited that he dropped the coin with which he was scratching the ticket and it fell through the sewer he was standing over. Therefore, when he took out another coin from the pocket of his shirt, he took out, also, the lucky clover, and horrified, he noticed that the clover only had three leafs, like any other regular luckless clover.
After he found out, he tried to think that luck was more about attitude than luck itself, and if he had accomplished all those great things that day just by thinking he was lucky, he was going to keep thinking he was, to scratch the last number of the lottery ticket and win the jackpot; but when he did, he wished he hadn't let the stupid coin fall down the stupid sewer.
Monday, November 9, 2015
775 - The lucky clover.
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