Bad luck has plagued me for most of my life.  It continues up until today when I was the victim of a pressure washing Illinois Colorado.  I can’t explain it.  Maybe I walked under a pair of ladders when I was younger and then cracked a mirror.  I don’t know.  The brakes failed on my first car and I smashed into the back of a Jeep and then I had to total the car.  The classes I needed to graduate were all full so I had to stay behind in college an extra year and even as far back as pre-school I had horrible luck.  My parents thought I was mentally deficient or had a learning disability and put me in a special school until the teachers there realized I was too smart to need instructions on how to put on mittens.  Earlier today, I was walking down the street downtown, minding my own business, watching the trucks line up and the hoses get lined up to wash down the front of this office building.  My cell phone rang and I answered and spent twenty minutes explaining to my mother that I didn’t need her to make me brownies and that I hadn’t gotten too thin.  I vaguely heard the shouts, but then I walked right into the way of the hose and got soaked and thrown down to the sidewalk by the force of the blast.  On the bright side, I didn’t need to shower again that day.