Am I cursed?

I just let a very good looking woman carrying a Marquis Jet bag jump ahead of me in line at the juice bar. She proceeds to order 3 drinks so complicated that a chemist with a PhD could not create the concoction. I even gave my forehead a dummy slap which she ignored and I must now must wait 45 minutes for my desperately needed elixir aka my power potion. I must have been terrible in another life. She keeps badgering the juice guy. I love her.

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