Eva, the girl cursed with bad luck
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I don’t know how it happens, but she gets into the strangest situations!
Bad things just happen to her. Things that would only happen in movies or books or in the newspaper to other people. Recently, the apartment she was about to move into burned to the ground because her roommate-to-be left a candle on all night. All the furniture that Eva was to inherit from the roommate’s sister was charred to a crisp. This is just one of the many examples of unfortunate circumstances in which she has been involved.
And it doesn’t just happen to her but also to people close to her. Her old roommate actually totaled her car by running over a mattress on the freeway. TOTALED. It got stuck in the wheel well and did some amazing damage. Apparently bad luck is like a contagious disease.
In any case, Eva came to visit me recently. As was expected, finding parking around my area was difficult, but she successfully procured a spot...and celebrated the windfall by promptly locking her keys in her car.
She panicked a bit but had the presence of mind to ask people around her whether they had AAA memberships. “No!” one person replied, hopping into their corvette and driving away as quickly as NYC traffic woud allow.
Finally she resorted to asking *anyone* with or without vehicles for help. She stumbled upon two Puerto Rican guys who, after a little persuasion in Spanish, tried to help her out. They brought over this Cuban dude whom Eva could only describe as “a little slow.” His Spanish was barely intelligible, but she managed to piece together something like, “I’ll be right back,” at which point he took his leave.
He returned minutes later with a slim jim, a nifty device made for the sole purpose of unlocking car doors. They got her door open in no time flat. Eva was so thankful that she resigned herself to a kiss on the cheek from her valient hero (or potential thief). She hesitated before heading to my apartment, wondering if they would steal her car now that they knew where it was and that is was apparently very easy to get into. But she trusted in the power of the “payment” of the kiss and trusted that they wouldn’t do anything horrible.
Besides, parking again would be difficult and who’s to say that she wouldn’t lock her keys in the car again anyway?
What you see above is a “Super Slim Jim"