Everything went right for her. She found a great boyfriend. She got a
great job. And it hardly ever rained. Then one day, she left the clover
in some clothes that went to the dry cleaner. It was still there when
she retrieved the clothes. But it had been flattened. Her luck
immediately turned rotten. She lost her boyfriend and the job. And she
was caught in one storm after another. Finally, she complained to her
dad. "It's like I always tell you," he said. "Never press your luck!"