Does anyone believe in luck?

I do! I believe I believe! :) Lately I have had some bad luck. This week started off with two root canals, very expensive ones I might add! It kinda sucked but it is just one of those phobia's I have to learn to deal with. I only cried once so I was pretty proud of myself! Monday I spent like 4 hours driving all over town to get ten pictures printed. Everywhere I went either the machine was broken, they had an old lady trying to scan in like 100 pictures, the paper was messing up, they ran out of ink. You name it and it happened. Well Tuesday, While I was trying still to get my pictures printed, I was in Target. Everything blacked out and I woke up on the floor. I had a panic attack and it was just bad. It scared the crap out of me. The only plus to the situation was the pharmacist that helped me was the hottest thing ever! Besides Nick, of course! ;) Well, yesterday I got all excited because I got called to do this shadowing type thing for a job I pretty much had. The only catch was I couldn't make it Friday, because I have to pick up my dad at the airport. I couldn't go Monday because I have to pick up my brother and sister-in-law. I told them I could come today because she seemed annoyed that I couldn't fit them in. Well this morning at 8 a.m. I go to leave and to my surprise my bumper was hanging on for dear life. Of course the first thing I did was call my mom and cry because I was so pissed. I went through this thing in my head. I thought, what ever happened to karma. I hit a parked car and fessed up why couldn't this jack ass do the same. I called in a police report and right before the cop came I found a number left on my wind shield. I was so relieved. So once again, I had to cancel my meeting with this prospective job. I swear I don't think I will ever get to make it there. Anyways, the rental car place comes and picks me up after my car is towed. We drove all the way across town, get there and get out of the car when I realize I don't have my license. I left it with all of my information at home. This poor guy had to drive me all the way back home again. I felt so bad. But there is a bright side to this story. I have a Mazda 6 for the next 5 days in which I will be driving 1 hour each way to the airport twice and 9 hours to and from Fort Lauder dale to drop my dad off. I have saved my car from many miles. I guess my luck isn't that bad after all! I will stop the bitching now and go wash Duncan.