Lucky Bastard

You know the kind. He’s that one person who seems to bypass karma’s laws. Instead of getting it worse, he just keeps on getting more and more awesome stuff. Kind of like, “Oh, my car just got totaled and the accident was my fault. Thanks, Geico for buying me a new car.” I mean, WTF? Can anyone really be that flippin’ lucky?
Yes. And I’m married to him.
You know the car thing above? True story. He T-boned somebody, got a ticket, got mouthed by the cops, and what do I see a day later? A check from our auto insurance, with money up to $75,000 for a new truck. Still don’t believe in the power of my husband’s luck?
Well, he keeps winning free tickets to a local comedy club. Sometimes it’s 4 tickets, sometimes it’s 2, it really doesn’t matter. What matters is that he won free tickets at least eight times in the past eight months. Then there is the fact that he somehow became the first caller in a radio station, answered a question, and then won all the grand prize because he answered right. A few days after that, he got a phone call from the same radio station and won a free dvd. Note: It was one of those random, I’m going to select a name from a hat kind of deals.
My all time favorite though, is when he lost his wedding ring TWICE and found it TWICE.
#1: We were driving, going about 55 mph, from his mother’s house to his dad’s and he was eating an apple. When he was done with the apple, he tossed it out the window… along with his wedding ring. We made a quick U-turn and pulled over. We looked all over the side of the road. Meanwhile, other cars and trucks were driving through the road. Where was the ring? Not in the grass. It was in the middle of the oncoming lane. Almost every car ran over it. Note: My husband found it and all it had was minor scratches.
#2: We had stayed two nights at a hotel about a night ago. When we left everything seemed fine. Until he found out he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring. He called the hotel numerous times… no ring. We even drove to the hotel later that night for him to look… no ring. We decided to go to Walmart and buy a new ring… no new ring for his petite fingers. The next morning, yesterday morning, he runs to me before going off to have fun skinning rabbits and shows me… you guessed it, THE RING. It had somehow got into his pockets and stuck in the mess of keychains that he had.
Now… if he isn’t a lucky bastard, I don’t know who is.