some people have all the luck

In one of the “Dirty Harry” movies, Clint Eastwood discharges his weapon a number of times during a confrontation with some bad guys and when the action climaxes, he finds himself face to face with one of the perpetrators. He is not sure of the number of unspent cartridges in his weapon, or even if there are any cartridges remaining. He explains the situation to the perpetrator and lets him know the odds of whether there may be a bullet in the gun. This would not be considered smart police work, but it had high entertainment value. Eastwood concludes his logical imperative by asking something like:

“Do you feel lucky, punk?”

Using the logic that criminals are, by nature, risk takers, the “Dirty Harry” series of movies should have ended at that moment with Eastwood dying on the floor. Fortunately that didn’t happen and we continued to be entertained, because, we’ll believe anything, if we want to believe it enough.

The punk didn’t feel lucky and Eastwood was lucky. But, what if your luck is running bad? That is the case of some old guy in Germany. It seems the old dude got hit by a meteorite. Here is the story.

IT CAME FROM OUTER SPACE

Have you ever thought there was a black cloud over your head? Have you ever had a day when it was going bad for you? Well, cheer up. It could be worse. Your luck could go as bad as the guy in Germany. What are the odds?

Although the story doesn’t specifically say so, I am going to assume that this is not the only bad thing that happened to the guy. They say bad things come in threes. I’m guessing he was sitting there with a winning lottery ticket in his hand, thinking, “After all these years of playing the lottery, I finally won. With my luck, I’ll get struck by lightning.”

Then, he looks out the window and thinks he has gotten lucky because there is not a cloud in the sky.

“I guess I lucked out this time,” he says to himself in German.

About that time, our friend the meteorite pays his house a visit and as he surveys the damage, he sees the ashes of the lottery ticket on the floor. He says the following, in German:

“%&#$!”

Well, Jimbo, you are saying right now, you said bad luck comes in threes. That is only two.

Ah, yes, there is one more thing. Just imagine, if you would, trying to explain to your homeowners insurance company that your house was destroyed by a meteorite. Good luck collecting. That is number three.

I hope today brings you the best of luck.

At least, that’s our wish, here in Jimbo’s world.