There is a term in our family that perfectly sums up the occasional and unexpected good things that happen, when they might have otherwise turned out badly
As in, "He got a flucky!"
When you accidentally wash a tissue and it comes out of the cycle intact, instead of shredded and evenly distributed all over your clothing. You got a flucky.
When you knock over a full glass of water, but manage to catch it before it spills all over your lunch. You got a flucky.
When you park your car in the hydrant spot outside your apartment and get distracted unloading and forget to move it for SIX HOURS, yet don't get a ticket or a tow. You, my husband, got a flucky.
Say it with me "You got a flucky!"
Slower now, "You got off lucky."
(Dedicated to my darling Dad. Because he makes me laugh.)