[On being told party guests were ducking for apples:] There, but for a typographical error, is the story of my life.
Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.
It's an ill will that blows when you leave the hairdresser.
I seem to have excalibured this knife.
I have a feeling that when my ship comes in I'll be at the airport.
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck.
As ill-luck would have it.
Good luck tended to avoid me.
I've won Satan's lottery.
People don't ever seem to realize that doing what's right is no guarantee against misfortune.
I always seemed to be in the right place at the wrong time.
