Just My Luck

What is wrong with me and my luck?! Or maybe I should say why am I so careless? Now I'm hearing my mother's voice in my head: "Ninette, du är så slarvig!!" (translation: "Ninette, you are so careless!")

First, I lost my bag in Vegas (and found it, thank god!) and guess what happened last Thursday?

I was going home and when I was going off the bus, I searched for the keys in the same place I always put them. But to my surprise, they were not there! I panicked and started to search for the keys.. Nope, no keys. I went to the hotel and explained the situation for the woman at the reception, but she couldn't really help me. My roommate was home so she could open the door for me. I called every place I had been to, but no keys. 

In my head, I had all the time this picture of them being by the bench, where I sat before I got on the bus. Did I really put the keys aside while locking for cash for the bus? Well it was the only option I had so I decided to take the bus back to the city and see. But first I had to get change at Seven Eleven.. That's one thing I miss from Sweden. The bus card!! Here in LA it's so complicated to get one that I rather just stay to using cash... 

Anyway, I went off the bus and went straight to where I took the bus before. And guess what?! My keys were there! It's was the second best relieved feeling I've had in my entire life (my first one was when I found my bag in Vegas).

I celebrated my luck by buying some yoghurt ice cream.

Oh I'm so happy now and thankful! Note to self: Be more careful.