Talk About Luck! Woman Chooses Only Burner That Doesn’t Set Off Fire Alarm

Brooklyn woman Luisa Mercer has reportedly ripped through her tank top and is shouting for joy on what she deems ”the luckiest day of her goddamn life.”  She said that she knew it was going to be a solid day when she picked the only stovetop burner that doesn’t set off the fire alarm.

“It feels a bit like Russian Roulette sometimes, so it feels good to pick the right one.”

She had illegally parked her car last night. After driving around aimlessly trying to squeeze her car in somewhere, she had to call it a night. “If I get a ticket, I get a ticket,” she thought.

But by some stroke of luck, she didn’t find a ticket in the morning. She assumed it must have blown off, so she crouched down to inspect the pavement, sure her ticket would be coyly waiting to wreck her day. She found only a discarded face mask blowing around nearby, like an infectious tumbleweed. Nary a ticket in sight. Oddly enough, she didn’t see a pink slip on her whole street. She walked up and down the street to make sure her eyes weren’t punking her. Woah, talk about luck! 

Luisa works in customer service, which normally can raise the blood pressure a good amount. Today though, almost all of her customers were sweet. She only had one difficult customer but she put him on hold for a bit then used her best robot voice to imitate the company’s voicemail system. She must have been fairly convincing because about 2 minutes in, he pressed a key to show that he was satisfied with the message. Yes!  

But that wasn’t all. Lady Luck was on Luisa’s side. Her boss let everyone go home a little early due to a faulty fire alarm. The heavy clouds that threatened to soak her new leather shoes held off until she ducked under her apartment’s awning. When she came home, a delivery boy knocked and asked if she wanted a free hibachi lunch because he’d accidentally brought over the wrong order to her neighbors who are vegetarians. Free hibachi? What is going on? 

Well, we can’t let this go to waste, she mused. “Ooh, filet mignon with shrimp. Don’t mind if I do.” 

The rain was peaceful and calming- like the mute button had been switched on. The city fell peacefully quiet, aside from a few bouts of prolonged honking. When she peeked outside, Luisa was delighted to find a rainbow hovering above the heights. Okay, she’d seen enough. The burner, parking ticket, fire alarm, hibachi, the rainbow. This was too wacky to be a coincidence. 

“Either I’d generated an arm’s length of good karma or …. this is just my day. Correction, my time. Time is honestly just a construct, so if I just don’t sleep…I can probably keep this going.” 

She downed an iced coffee and sprinted to the bodega to buy some scratchers before her luck ran out. 

Tricia D'Onofrio
Tricia D'Onofrio is a comedian and writer from Connecticut, but not the tennis part. She has determined that 2020 will be her year, despite all signs pointing to the opposite. She always believed herself to be a unique individual, but it turns out she's just a textbook Sagittarius.