these days it’s been so irritating and annoying. for some reason, you’ve always been getting bad luck from every corner you were in. you missed your meetings, spilled coffee on yourself and even missed your alarm.

on the news, you read that someone had been so-called “eating” the luck. who ATE the luck?

you called your best friend, not knowing he was the one who “ate” the luck around each place you traced around the earth.

“someone eating the luck, really?”