Every Friday morning, early, we meet for b'fast at a local restaurant. We talk, we laugh, we gossip, we share sorrow. For a group of 6, we've had our share of bad luck lately.
One diner has had a really rotten summer. First, the pipes in her home broke, flooded the entire home, and sent her to a hotel for 2 months; then, her live-in's car was broadsided while parked outside their home last weekend; and today, she arrived late because her car was broken into, trashed, and rendered inoperable in the middle of the street!
Another member of our elite group had her office involved in a fire. Yes, the business below hers burned in an electrical fire, but, fortunately, my friend's office suffered primarily smoke and water damage. However, the joists between the first and second floors burned through, so she has to relocate for perhaps several months while the damage is repaired.
My 40-hour one-way trip to Canada palls in comparison!
If bad luck travels in 3, then 3 of us have used up the bad karma quota for the group for about a year!
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