When I arrived at the post office and realized I’d forgotten the package I wanted to post, I wasn’t feeling very lucky. When I found the grocery store packed and the lines long, I wasn’t feeling very lucky. When I discovered the guy who parked next to my car pulled so close I dang near couldn’t get in the door I wasn’t feeling very lucky. I was happy to finally pull into the parking lot at home.
I carried my groceries toward the apartment, walking quickly with my head down to see the rocks and tree limbs in the trail between the parking lot and my door. A tree limb smacked me in the head. It didn’t hurt, but a piece of leaf or something stuck to my glasses. Even though it blocked enough of my view to make seeing difficult, it was so close to my eye I couldn’t tell for certain what it was.
I made it down the trail and struggled through the door. After dropping my grocery sacks on the dining room table, reached up and grabbed the “leaf”. It was wiggling.
I looked down and realized I held a bee between my thumb and forefinger. An angry bee that was struggling like mad, and stabbing at my thumbnail with it’s stinger. I let out a shriek and tossed it out the door. It bounced off the patio table and careened away.
I am allergic to bees. This was truly my lucky day.