Why do some people seem to have all the luck in the world while others have no luck whatsoever?
As Kinney told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, he stopped at a convenience store to pick up some cold medicine, decided to buy an instant lottery ticket, and won another million bucks. It must be nice: one moment, you have a cold; the next moment, you’re blowing your nose on $100 bills.
The last time I stopped at a convenience store to buy cold medicine, I thought it was my lucky day too: the doughnuts were on sale.
That just goes to show you, of course, that whether you feel lucky or not depends on your expectations.
I feel lucky when I wake up in the morning, look out the window and see that no one has stolen our car.
I feel lucky when my wife prepares a healthful dinner for us and gives most of the vegetables to the kids.
I feel lucky when I switch channels on my TV and don’t see a single Kardashian.
I feel lucky when my wife exchanges more words with me on any given day than with her Facebook friends.
I feel lucky when I go for my annual physical and the doctor spends less time examining me than the guy at airport security.
I feel lucky when I’m standing in line at the grocery store and can catch up on Jennifer Aniston’s love life.
I feel lucky when I watch music videos with my children and the artists are wearing more than just their musical instruments.
I feel lucky when I can get a loan to buy a car and the loan officer at the bank doesn’t ask me if I can afford gas.
I feel lucky when the guy at the pawn shop doesn’t ask me whose earrings those are.
I feel lucky when everything works in my house: the dishwasher, the washing machine, the Alpha Male Plus pills.
I feel lucky when I tell my children to take a bath and at least one of them gets off the couch and asks, “Take it where, Daddy?”
I feel lucky when I can file my taxes less often than Billy Bob Thornton files for divorce.
I feel lucky when I visit the hairdresser and he doesn’t cut off more than a small section of my ear.
I feel lucky when I can go to the beach and do some reading –- all those words on well-tanned bodies.
I feel lucky when it’s a Friday night, the kids have gone to bed, and my wife whispers into my ear, “Do you feel lucky?”
“Yes, honey,” I say. “I do feel lucky.”
She smiles, pulls me closer and gives me a kiss. Then she sends me to the convenience store to buy lottery tickets.