As I look back, I remember it all started on a Monday. We got up late because I finally begged enough to get my girlfriend, Mandy, to give me some oral sex. While eating breakfast in such a rush I knocked over the salt reaching for the coffee. Mandy told me to take a pinch of salt and throw it over my left shoulder or I'll have bad luck. I laughed at her silliness and refused to take part in some pagan superstitious ritual. On the way to work, I noticed a girl sitting on a bus bench; it looked like she winked at me and when I turned to check on her I rear-ended some old biddy. I hopped out of the car to exchange info and to listen to her harp about all the crazy young drivers on the road today. My car was a wreck so I had to call a tow and finally by the time I thought about checking on the girl on the bench she was gone.
Tuesday I had no car so I had to walk to work; since I had to leave early, that meant no sex from Mandy, oral or otherwise. It's not that far and I'm always saying I should walk to work anyway. As I'm walking down the street, I came to a ladder stretched across the sidewalk. It would have been no problem to go out in the street and around the ladder but I keep hearing my girlfriend blame my accident on knocking over the salt. Just to prove her wrong I walked under the ladder and I finished my walk to work saying to myself, 'see I told you so.' I got to work just in time to see my boss being hauled off in handcuffs by the feds and a big padlock going on the front door. It seems that all his cheating on his taxes finally caught up with him. Now I'm out of a job with no car and in the back of my mind I wondering if my walking under a ladder had anything to do with it. I went home hoping for maybe a little oral from Mandy but she had already left.