He never had much luck

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This week (fiction) friday have suggested we write about someone who suffers from bad luck! So here goes.

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He quite enjoyed his meal. By his standards it had been something of a success. He always dreaded being invited out to restaurants because something always seemed to go wrong for him. But tonight was okay. As I said, it was okay - by his standards anyway!

He had decided to join his workmates at a Chinese restaurant. He liked Chinese food. Fortunately he liked all Chinese food because as usual, the meal that was served to him was not what he’d ordered! But he said nothing. It was very nice. He was quite a dab-hand with chopsticks. But the ones he was given were different lengths which caused him a bit of a problem. Well, it was more of a problem to his friends, as they were constantly being showered with egg fried rice and king prawns.

At the end of the meal a plate of orange segments were placed on the table. Now you expect to find the occasional pip in an orange. There was one in his. But they are not usually so hard that the chip your tooth! His was. Then the warm towels arrived. After fighting with the plastic bag in which it came he eventually opened it, but it was so hot it scalded his lips! But he kept smiling even though it was a little painful.

Then the fortune cookies appeared. Everyone opened theirs and compared notes. His resisted all attempts to give up its little piece of paper. He broke a finger nail in the process, and when it did eventually give in, the message it revealed forecast a run of bad luck rather than the cheery forecast he was used to receiving.

But overall it was a definite improvement on previous restaurant trips. His chair hadn’t collapsed, the waiter hadn’t dropped a bowl of soup in his lap, and he hadn’t choked on a chicken bone.

Perhaps his luck was changing for the better.

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