Just My Luck (Short Story Or Long Poem) (C) 5-17-2010 Poem by Zahir Kijani

There was somethin for him to do but he just couldn’t remember
A mental picture of a memo but the paper was blank
Was he to thank somethin, not a clue was in sight
So he just let it go hoping that it would turn up alright

A couple of thoughts later and it entered his head,
“I got an interview I must make or I’m dead” he said.
Through on his clothes and dashed to the bus stop
But with his link with luck for it to come it must not

Across the street the bus came twice in a row
He looked out in the distant, but all he was thinking was no
Finally after a few Pokémon battles and hatching of eggs
The bus finally came but this one wasn’t his

He needed to go to the mall, this head to Lancaster
But his bus wasn’t too far although he wish it came faster
Now finally it was his bus but the tokens were at home
He left them in his wallet with the keys right next to the phone

He pleaded with the driver and he hesitantly gave him the ride,
“Thank goodness this guy is nice or else I just would’ve cried.”
The boy was without a watch but the time was clear on the bus
Wishing the people would stay and the bus could just rush

At almost ever stop the driver let someone off
And at this point the stress of hope was pissing him off
The lights remained on red through every intersection
His appointment was at 3 it’s now 2: 57

“What else could happen to me? ” he wondered as he teared up inside
“I’m always doin somethin dumb I could’ve asked for a ride
But nobody probably could take me cause there eyebrow’s in pain
I’m goin insane, Oh great thanks now it wants to rain.”

Finally the bus reached the Mall and it was time to fly
So even though he knew people there had could only wave by
The store in which he wanted to work was right in his way
Though it was ten minutes past he had to brighten his day

“You’re late, you were supposed to be here at three on the dot.”
“I know I’m sorry this isn’t normal it’s just my luck for the day.”
“Ok anyway, thank you for coming to try and work at our store
Do you have the slip that you were supposed to bring in before? ”

Professionally he checked in the pockets of his pants
Not in the front so then the back he knew it was there
Frantically he dug in his shirt, in his pants, and in his sleeve
Not a sign of the slip that he needs, no other choice but to leave

“Ma’am I am extremely sorry but I think I have on the wrong pair
I swear this isn’t my day I’m going to tear out my hair
Please can I get it and come back as soon as yesterday?
“Well we have another appointment maybe on a better day.”

No please I beg of you I really need to work
I don’t mean to be comin off as a jerk
But I can go get it and bring back right away.”
“Ok I guess you do that if you can do what you say.”

“I’ll be back by four this is a promise to you.”
He raced to the bus where for once it was finally there
He walked onto it but remembered he didn’t have fare
He tried to plead again with the driver but the man didn’t care

What could he do the schedule said the next one would be there at four
He wasn’t to sure but he new that long he just couldn’t afford
And without his phone he couldn’t ask for his mother to bring it
I guess this time he’s just gonna have to wing it

So he walked as fast as he could toward his humble abode
It was cold and the rain seemed to be drowning his soul
Across the express way and the streets he walked though afraid
Made sure he prayed but the car still splashed on his suede

He stepped in a few puddles and even fell in the mud
It was about 3: 45 and to give up he knew he should
But he really needed the job and at home he could call for a ride
He had to do something because again he was crying inside

He walked onto his porch then remembered he forgot his keys
They’re on the counter next to the phone, the tokens and he’s
Not in the mood but he had to climb the roof of his house
Into his brothers window, but now he was a tear in his pants

He searched and searched for the slip but it just wasn’t there
Any minute he could just start ripping his hair
Couldn’t think of where it went he knew he left it at home
Sick of this cycle that kept repeating like the rhymes in this poem

He called his cousin to see if he could take him back to the mall
But still couldn’t manage to find where he put his slip
He waited and decided not to change his clothes for dramatic effect
So maybe he could get some pity if he spoke to them indirect

He waitin seemed like forever and it was already a quarter to five
It didn’t make sense to wait anymore he knew he wouldn’t arrive
Finally his ride came but for no reason at all
“I wanted to call but the battery in my phone died out

But anyway I had to run a few errands but can you still make it? ”
“No I can’t but thanks for coming it means the world.”
“I’m sorry next time I’ll be here on time my mom, you know how that is.”
“Yeah, no its fine say hello to mom and all of the kids.”

His cousin left and he sat back on the couch coat full of tears
“Now I might not get a job in a thousand hundred years
Why in the world do I have to keep dealing with this? ”
He opened his fist and dug his pocket to get his wallet, and there was the slip