Getting in the fastest checkout line has never been my strong suit.

When my husband and I would split up at the mall I was always late to meet him because I got in the wrong line.

One day I decided at Walmart to fool that curse so I used logic to pick the fastest line. That’s when I slowly pushed my cart past the checkout points, sized up each shopper and their shopping carts.

People with kids were bound to take longer, I mused, and most of them had their carts filled to the top. However, one aisle was clear, but then I noticed the cashier called for a price check so I cruised on by.

Next was a frail looking, grey-haired lady who was next in line. There were no signs of beer, toilet paper, or other items that I could see in her cart, and I got behind her.

No sooner than that the price check guys were finished, and I decided to change lines. Before I could, I saw a man with two young kids, and what looked like a month’s worth of groceries, get there first.

Next thing I knew it was the little old lady’s turn. It took her forever to get a gazillion cans of prune juice, vegetables, and dog food onto the checkout counter.

Surprise! The guy with the kids and groceries was paying out before I even got my first can of cat food on the conveyer belt.

Then the other day at the Chick-fil-A drive-thru I purposely picked the right hand lane which was longer than the other.

“Why not? I’m doomed anyhow,” I thought.

A couple more cars came, two got in the other lane, one got behind me.

“Sucker!” I wanted to tell the guy behind me, but soon he got in the other lane that was moving faster.

Yes, you guessed it: I got in that lane too, and it became the slow lane.

I’d jinxed it.

On the way home at the 81/51 four-way stop I waited for a semi from the east and from the west take turns before I could go.

I noticed there was another semi at the west stop sign, and I started across. Soon the semi was eastbound in my windshield at the intersection. That’s when I gave that driver the universal sign for “What the?” before I kept driving.

Don’t get excited: I didn’t give that sign. I used both hands and yelled, “It’s my turn to go!”

Yes, it was stupid, and I shouldn’t have done it, but when I drove on I breathed a sigh of relief, and realized I’d had a real lucky day.