Good Luck or Bad Luck?
My best friend loves going antique shopping. She particularly likes to go to the quiet out-of-the-way shops that aren’t highly advertised where she says she finds the best deals. She tells me that the past owners of the antiques talk to her as she is shopping, wanting her to buy their item. Personally, that sounds a little too “hokey-pokey” for me.
One Saturday while we were shopping for antiques, she bought a wooden statue that looked something like a miniature totem pole.
I asked her why in the world she would want that? And she told me that she was told by the dead owner, it would bring her tremendous luck. She’s such a sucker.
The last time I went to see her she was walking around like some zombie and she looked like death warmed over. I asked her if she was told whether that statue would bring her good luck or bad luck? She told me the owner didn’t say, only that it would bring her luck and she just assumed it was good luck.
I took that damn statue and burned it to ashes and then buried the ashes in a six foot hole.
She died anyway.
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