GOOD LUCK FOR THE DAY

I’m walking along when I see this middle-aged woman

at the top of a short flight of steps trying to pull a stuffed chair

through a doorway, so I stop and call up to her,

“Would you like some help?”

Checking me out for a moment she smiles and says,

“Sure. . . so long as you won’t rape or kill me!”

Even though I know she’s kidding, my first thought

is to just keep on going. . .

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that!” I respond

with my own smile, “I’m as harmless as a butterfly!”

Turning the chair on its side, with her taking the front

and me the back, we get it through the doorway in about a minute.

Deciding not to go any further, I say to her,

“Well, good luck with it.” and turn to leave.

“You’re my good luck for the day!” I hear her say,

as I walk down the steps. . .