In 2002 I wrote about finding graffiti on the wall that said,
Find a pigeon,
pick it up,
all day long you’ll have good luck.
And although I never saw anyone holding a pigeon, I thought, If I did see someone holding a pigeon, that would be some good luck stuff right there.
Eight years later, I thought about all the good luck in my life. By that, I mean, all the things that I believe “bring me luck” when I see them.
That original list included luck squeezed from:
Men who look like Kenny Rogers (I saw one yesterday!)
Shopping carts more than two miles from grocery stores
Toilet paper folded into a triangle
Since that original list, I’ve added a few.
Thanks to Mimi Smartypants (please go read the last paragraph), every time I see a dog pooping on the street, I don’t look away, disgusted, instead, squint to see if the poop is actually coming out of the dog’s butt. Mimi’s daughter says it’s good luck, and I agree.
I also find good luck when I hear a Joan Jett song in public, BoneR dollars and when I crack an egg with two yolks.
And, broccoli stems.
See, buying broccoli crowns can be more expensive than buying the whole broccoli complete with stalk. Broccoli stalks take a little more work, with the trimming, but they’re a little milder than the bushy heads. Try as I might, the stalks just look different. I couldn’t get the girls to eat them no matter my pleading and logic.
On a whim, I started calling broccoli stems, “the lucky pieces.”
And now my children elbow each other out of the way to get broccoli stalks.
They feel lucky after they eat a broccoli stalk.
I win by being able to purchase the cheaper broccoli.
If anything, adding “luck” to my day pulls me out of my self-involved funks – when I see a closed pistachio, a pooping dog or a broccoli stem, I grin and appreciate the good fortune right ahead of me.
So I ask again, what’s lucky for you?