Luck is life

There is a Chinese story of a farmer who used a horse to till his fields. One day, the horse escaped into the hills and when the farmer's neighbors sympathized with the old man over his bad luck, the farmer replied, "Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?"

A week later, the horse returned with a herd of horses from the hills and this time the neighbors congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was, "Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?"

Then, when the farmer's son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only reaction was, "Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?"

Some weeks later, the army marched into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there. When they saw the farmer's son with his broken leg, they left him on the farm. Now was that good luck or bad luck?

Who knows?

Luck is life.

Daily Life at the Laundromat

Charles Johnson has a 10-second rule . . . “In a laundromat you get a lot of eye drama,” he said. “That’s when someone may or may not like you and they look at you and you look at them and then you try not to look at them. So my rule is if you stare at me more than 10 seconds, I’ll talk to you and find out why you’re staring at me.”

“It’s pleasant here,” he said. “You never know who you’ll run into. What can I say, I really like the laundromat.”

“Mister, you’re not folding the towel properly,” the wife said. There you go being anal again,” the husband said. “We are talking about a towel."

"We are talking about my towel. Next we are going to be talking about folding your head.”

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