I worked at my paid department last night. We had one lame call; a tree across the road. We went out, two people in a red truck and me and another person in a white truck, and cut up the tree.

This morning in the oncoming staff meeting, I was accused of being good luck.

“We used to be busy on Fridays… Now we’re dead. It’s you!”

I have very mixed feelings. I mean, it’s nice that my karma protects the citizenry and all, but I often feel like the Maytag repair man.

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