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Michael considered fate at 12:34   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment

Still no luck on the mystery number.

Still no luck with the Doktor.

Still no luck with the Megabucks.

Why is it that everyone else wins millions in the lotto and I never win a cent? Does that seem even the slightest bit fair to you? Well not to me it doesn't.

I picked what will probably end up being the most sun-filled rainless stretch of days this summer to take my moto gas tank off and get it treated for rust. Now yah suppose _that_ is fair? Huh? DO yah?

Went sailing this weekend, flying down the lake with me bum out over the edge and just barely hanging on with my tippy toes and, after 12 years of solid service, this one day, for no particular reason, the hiking strap gave way and I went flying over the high side of the boat. Flipped it right over and sent the mast into the muddy bottom and do you think that's fair?

Okay, so life isn't too bad but I've missed out on a lotta things most people get to experience.

like winning the lotto.

So I made it back this last week into the little hole of a bar that used to be my playground for awhile there but then I stopped going due to a small matter of credit card fraud. I stopped going for almost a whole year but it draws me and I couldn't stay away so I said I'll only take cash and never open up the tab on the plastic and that'll be just fine.. but I used the plastic last night anyway.

lost a 20 dollar bill.

Now yah suppose that's fair?

Spent the evening watching my favourite bartender tend my favourite bar and drinking my favourite cheap american beer. Not a horrible way to work through a Monday evening but then I didn't win the lotto, either... Spent the evening watching my favourite bartender smile with her cute dimple and call to her dog at the door and rub her hands together and smile and pour beer.

My friend says for sure she is a 6 or 7 of 10 but I say 9 anyway. It's amazing what a little personality can do for a girl, in my book. This one is on my call list and I will, someday, when the time is right. I'll stroll into the bar some afternoon and sit and have a beer and ask if maybe she'd like to get dinner sometime and she'll smile and handle it gracefully, but because I don't win the lotto like most folks, she'll announce that she actually has a boyfriend but that's very nice of me to ask and I'll go back to my cheap american beer and I'll pretend to watch the sox on the telly while I watch her, my favourite bartender, bartend my favourite bar.