Mala Suerte

One of the first words I learned in Spanish was "suerte". I liked the way it sounded. Most of all I knew I didn't have any of it and envy is notably motivational.
There is that silly expression about being lucky in love and unlucky in everything else. That is mostly true for me. I have a great wife and a great family and I think at least some great friends who love me. Then again, love is tricky. We never really know if it's there. It's intangible. Not like 196 million crisp dollar bills: the same dollars I did NOT win in the MegaMillions lottery last week. I was really upset about that. I kind of needed the cash. Of course I probably wouldn't have taken the money in one-dollar bills. That would just be silly. They also would have taxed about 55 percent of it so I'd only be able to roll around in about 89 million dollars. There weren't enough 9's involved I guess.
Yesterday was a particularly unlucky day for me. I was supposed to do the laundry, as I had promised my darling wife but I woke up very late and as I was running late for an appointment downtown I quickly dressed and left the building. It was raining that annoying drizzly rain that is just enough to make you extremely wet in a three-block walk but not enough to justify the use of an umbrella. Anyway, I didn't have an umbrella, or a jacket as I'd hurried out of the apartment. I rushed to the subway station where I swiped my Metrocard and found it to be empty. In a rush, I swiped the next Merocard in my wallet which was a funny white color instead of the usual yellow. Well, hellz yeah, this one worked and I rushed through the turnstile. I started down the stairs when a large, fat, dark voice shouted "mister" several times. ..."excuse me, mister!".
I reluctantly turned around and found myself faced with a rotund police officer smirking at me. "Can I see the Metrocard you used to swipe in, please?"
My hands shaking, I pulled out the empty yellow card and showed it to him.
"No, I think there's another one in there somewhere. That's not the one you used."
I reluctantly showed him the white one. I knew what it was. It was my nephew's. He'd been visiting me a couple of days prior and left his Metrocard with me because he - out of pure teenage laziness - doesn't carry a wallet. I had it in mine and forgot to return it when he left. He never called me to look for it, so there it was - in my wallet...waiting for me to use it. The trouble is it's a school subway pass meant for children and it's provided free to all New York City students under 18 years of age.
I mean, I think I look pretty good for my age, but maybe not younger than 18.
The officer was kind enough to ask me my age when he saw the student Metrocard but he didn't really wait for me to answer before he asked the next question:
"Have you ever been arrested?"
I felt my heart in my throat: "No. Not yet."

This was the first and only time that I have ever gotten a free subway ride in my entire life of riding the MTA's sorry-ass excuse for a transportation system and wouldn't you know it...mala suerte! Maldita sea!!!! The mo-fo didn't arrest me but he did give me a 60-dollar ticket and humiliate me for 20-minutes or so in the subway station. I was even the butt of some jokes while there. Two young black gentlemen passed by and saw this round, black officer all but handcuffing me, screeching on his walkie-talkie and muttered rather unmutteringly clearly: "Now there's something you don't see every day. We should take a picture."

I was late for my appointment. It was a job interview. Needless to say I didn't get it.

When I got home a few hours later my wife had told me some friends were coming to pick us up to go out to a bar. So I quickly got changed. Being that it was still a rainy day, I looked for my blue rain jacket but I was having the darnedest time finding it. "Honey, do you know where my blue jacket is?"
"Oh, I sent it to the laundry. It was so dirty."
"Did you happen to take the car keys and the money out of the pockets?"
- "No. Why would you leave the keys in the pocket?"
"Um....I don't know but....$$*)#(#*$@(#&$(*&@(~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pretty much everything I said after that is unprintable. This is a family blog.
The sad thing is that that was the only key for the car and I had to pay 100 dollars for that key and it took a week for the car company to make it. Money's kind of tight so I didn't make two keys.

Maybe my bad luck is my fault. I mean, obviously I did some stupid things but I was certainly helped out a lot by other people's stupid things, no?

Anyway. Yesterday my mom broke a rib at home. She apparently fell and broke it and now she's in pain. Of course, she's 78 and wears 4-inch high heels all day, every day. One could argue that she also was stupid or silly in her habits.

However, I do think that all these bad things happened in one day...one unlucky day. Yet, everyone is alive today and nothing really bad has happened...knock on wood. I'm still married to the most beautiful girl in the world and have the greatest, sweetest mom anyone could ever hope for. I live in the best city in the world and have a relatively stress-free life (though I constantly make stressful situations out of it because I think all humans have a need for stress even if we try really hard to avoid it, as I do) and mostly - a lot of love.

I'm still pissed off about not winning the lottery though.