The Fortune Teller

I am not one of those people that acquire a lot of good luck. Sure there are those days, when something amazing-out-of-the-blue happens, but generally speaking I am most likely to get my identity stolen before that ever happens--wait it already has been. But I take everything with a grain of salt, and I write about it.

Working happy hours four times a week gave me plenty of ammo to tell stories. There was the story of "The Cane Fight," "Earl," "The Moose Club," and most recently, "The Fortune Teller."
But what good is a story if I can't share it with others? Thus, my new story telling machine!
I'm The Bottle Opener. Actually, my name is Laura, but when I first tip-toed into a Monday happy hour shift, I opened more bottles then I could count.

One bartending shift a week, was all I needed to realize this is gonna be a long and bumpy ride. Slowly, but surely I inherited more happy hours and even a few night shifts here and there, but there are no greater stories than the ones portrayed between the hours of three and six Monday through Friday.

Like I said, the most recent awkward encounter was on the day that started it all: Monday. I was tending to all the old men that arrive every single Monday at three o' clock on the dot when someone new entered the bar.

He was someone who I had never seen in the neighborhood before. He leaned over the bar, with the light from outside still illuminating him from behind. He wore a small yellow turban, a scruffy salt and pepper face, and spoke in an Indian accent.

"You will be a very lucky girl," he started, "I can see it in your eyes."

Ha! I thought.

"You have been worried about love and business affairs, but you don't need to anymore because next month, April, will be a very lucky month for you." With a genuine smile, he turned around and proceeded to leave, but not before saying, "I wish you a happy life."

My first thought was What the hell just happened? But after always thinking extremely pessimistically for the better half of my life, I realized that he might be right.

Tomorrow is April 1st, and I only hope that it is the beginning of this supposed good luck. Cheers to the April Fool!