Darn luck... :x

Over the years owing to certain events i earned the nickname of 'lucks own child' (or as AR likes to say - you lucky son of a gun)

Now many a time certain situations have forced me into believing it was apt and abso-fuckin-lutely justified. But at times ,like now,i begin to doubt its veracity.

Just this evening I had gone with my sis to the nearby bakery to get bread (he makes it fresh .. And it tastes like chunks of heaven..*drools*). I gave my sis the money and asked her to get it while i waited on the scooty.

Now just a few feet away this aunty was standing holding her adorable baby daughter in her arms.

At this moment my indian roots took over and i did what our ancestors, uncles and aunties, grandpas and pattis have been doing for centuries-I started making funny faces and those horrendous 'coochie- coo' sounds *hides face in shame*

Unfortunately while i was 'coochie-coo'ing to glory  3 really hot chickas walked by and since they couldn't see the baby(it was dark you see and the lady was partially hidden by her phat hubby) they they gave me looks that one would normally give to a raving lunatic on the roads.

Trying to salvage my pride an(and image) i immediately stopped the afore mentioned antics and gave them a reassuring smile and just to prove that i wasn't crazy i even gave a small laugh as though people making strange faces for no apparent reason was no big deal at all.

Unfortunately this scared them further and they took off running as though i was a crazed ax brandishing murderer from a horror movie

Dang it.

My luck chooses the worst moments to run out on me.

$@#$$#@% it all