My evening train ride home was halted by the luckiest man on the face of this earth. He got himself a little drunk and laid down on the tracks (or "in between the gauge", as the conductor put it) where the train proceeded to run over him. As in completely over him — no contact what so ever.

I don’t think that guy should bother buying lottery tickets for the rest of his life. You only get so much luck, and that stunt wasted all of his.

Tags: Stranger Than Fiction

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