ebbs and flows of Eugene's luck

My brother is quite possibly the luckiest man on the planet. Every Xmas, our parents buy scratch tickets for the entire family - and without fail, Eugene wins every time. I was only mildly surprised when he told me that his firm held a drawing for a chance to go on a five-week business trip to London, and that (sure enough) he won.

Well, like they say, everybody's luck is bound to run out eventually. Eugene called me on the way to the airport to tell me that a computer glitch caused havoc at JFK on the exact day that he was flying out.

Maybe I should go out and get some lottery tickets?