Over the three-day weekend (happy belated Presidents Day!) Susan and I decided to try our luck by playing some blackjack at one of the local Indian casinos.
“I feel pretty lucky today!” I said to Susan as she pulled into the parking lot.
“Me too!” she said.
Then she hit, killed, and ran over a bird.
I figured this was a sign of bad luck. (And it was, for the bird.) Of course, pretty much all I know about Indian burial grounds comes from Pet Cemetery and Poltergeist, so what do I know?
We ended up doing okay (Susan won more than I lost). In fact, she won enough to cover our dinner at the Cheesecake Factory later that night, during which I got to mess with the people sitting next to us. But that’s a story for another day. Like, tomorrow.
OK CSI. I didn’t run over the bird – look at the tire track coming in. I just parked on top of his grave, which might actually be worse luck that killing him.