According to this article, 72 year-old Harriet Sweger was robbed when a woman stole her checkbook at a grocery store. Things only got worse when a man reached into her car and stole her purse when she stopped for directions on the way to the police station. I feel very bad for Harriet, but I’m immediately thinking of a joke in a Bukowski book.
Frankly, I don’t even remember what book it was. It wasn’t even a good joke, just one the main character is supposed to be telling to some asshole.
In the joke, if I’m even remembering it vaguely correctly, this guy stops his car and some other guy comes hopping out of the bushes all tired up with his pants down. The guy asked what happened and the other guy describes getting mugged and then reamed by some bandit. When the other guy finishes his story, the guy starts undoing his belt and says: “Well, this just ain’t your lucky day….”
I’m just imagining Harriet Sweger getting to the police station and then telling them that first her checkbook was stolen and then her purse. The desk sergeant then grabs her car keys and says: “Well, this just ain’t your lucky day….”
I’m sorry, Harriet Sweger. I really do feel bad that you were robbed. I just can’t help thinking this.
