“Yeah, I can’t really take credit for any of this,” I say, indicating all of Katie’s sculpture art in the booth, “since my wife makes all of it.”
“You’re a lucky man,” the guy replies.
“You know,” I say, and something in my tone makes him look up at me, so now we’re eye to eye, “the secret to being lucky is knowing that you’re lucky.”
He takes this in, then says, as he walks away, “I’ll keep that in mind."
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