:) and groan
Poor Johnson had spent his life making wrong decisions. If
he bet on a horse, it would lose; if he chose one elevator
rather than another, it was the one he chose that stalled
between floors; the line he picked before the bank teller’s
cage never moved; the lane he chose in traffic crawled; the
day he picked the picnic was the day of a cloudburst; and
so it went, day after day, year after year.
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he bet on a horse, it would lose; if he chose one elevator
rather than another, it was the one he chose that stalled
between floors; the line he picked before the bank teller’s
cage never moved; the lane he chose in traffic crawled; the
day he picked the picnic was the day of a cloudburst; and
so it went, day after day, year after year.
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