Flucky
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
Flucky.
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.)
Flucky.
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.)
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(BTW, the phrase, to the best of my knowledge, first appeared in a syndicated column by Max Schulman in my college (CCNY) newspaper. The first use was "She thought she was pregnant, but she got a flucky." Not a bad thing for a 1960s undergraduate.