Stories like this make me imagine an opposite lottery, where something official happens to you that could have just as easily have happened to many, many other people, but you got unlucky. It reminds me of the Simon and Garfunkel concert in Central Park, NYC, when ONE person got busted for smoking pot. Out of 400,000 in the audience, with a substantial proportion getting high, this ONE guy is the token that shows New York’s Finest is on the job. He won the Opposite Lottery.
My husband calls that “buzzard luck”, to which he claims some people are particularly prey. He’s never told me the origin of the phrase.
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