Ordinarily, I'm not one to catch lucky breaks. I'm not saying I'm unlucky, but it seems that others are generally more lucky than me.
So when the good fortune rolls, I'm noticing. And I'm happy.
Tonight, while at Barnes and Noble buying books for the kids and me (the Easter Bunny sent gift cards), we were set to pay at the front registers. The front counter person (wearing, proudly, his name tag on a lanyard around his neck) was scanning our stuff - which included two stuffed panda bears, presents that I didn't feel like arguing about - and I noticed that it was Teacher Appreciation Week - 25 percent off. Sweet. Probably saved 10 bucks.
We arrive home and I pop in a construction truck DVD that came with one of my son's books and I go online to check the Scrubs episode that I thought I missed last night when I was out. I go to the site and it says the episode is tonight at 8, not last night. I keep forgetting that Scrubs has been changed from Tuesday to Wednesday night. So now, I'm planning to watch Scrubs in 7 minutes, live, but not really live. Nice.
If my luck is truly ringing true, this last matter will work out in my favor, too. We're heading up to Boston tomorrow, staying overnight. We'll go to the Children's Museum, walk around the city, take to the T to Quincy Market, and swim in an indoor pool (my wife's big request). But if the Red Sox game is rained out tonight - I'm hoping it will - then chances are many people will need to get rid of their seats since the makeup game is tomorrow at 1:35. Might be able to grab some tickets off craigslist later tonight or tomorrow morning.
Good things come in threes, the claim goes, so even though the tarp has been taken off the field and the game is scheduled to start tonight at 7:55, perhaps some significant rain will prevent the game from lasting past the fifth inning, which games need to do in order for them to officially count.
Don't mean to sound like a jerk to those at Fenway tonight, but rain, baby, rain.
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