Just How Much Luck Does This Guy Need?

A sweet elderly man comes in holding a very wrinkled jacket in both hands, like it’s a delicate treasure.

Customer: “I need this cleaned and pressed, please. It’s my lucky jacket and I’m going to the bingo!”

Me: “Of course! We can have it ready by Friday.”

Customer: “Oh no, that won’t do. The Bingo is on Thursday.”

Me: “We do offer express service for an extra charge, if you’d like?”

Customer: “Oh… I thought if I wore my lucky socks… that would make it faster.”

Me: “…The socks might help with lottery tickets, but sadly not laundry cycles.”

He chuckles, then carefully pulls out a little plastic zip bag containing a pair of socks.

Customer: “These are the backups. Can you clean these too? I think the luck’s getting a little crusty.”

Instead of trying to keep track of just how many lucky items of clothing this gentleman has, I think it best to just go with the flow:

Me: “We’ll take care of them. Heaven forbid you walk into bingo night unblessed.”