Setting: A sunny morning in Madrid, outside a café near Retiro Park. Birds are chirping, people are walking dogs, and the air smells of fresh churros.
Lucía (hopping on one foot):
¡Ay, madre mía! No puede ser… I just stepped in dog poop. Again!
Carlos (deadpan):
Well, congratulations. The universe clearly favors you today.
Lucía (grinning):
You laugh, but you know what this means, right? Good luck! It’s the third time this month! Things are really about to turn around for me.
Carlos (raising an eyebrow):
Lucía, stepping in poop isn’t a blessing from the universe. It’s a call for better sidewalk awareness.
Lucía (playfully nudging him):
Come on, Carlos. Even abuela says it’s true. She stepped in it right before she won that jamón ibérico raffle last year. Coincidence? I think not.
Carlos:
Okay, let me ask you this—how many times have you stepped in it and nothing happened except the bottom of your shoe smelling like the apocalypse?
Lucía (pauses):
Hmm… well, there were a few times… like when I missed my train or when my Tinder date turned out to be a mime. But maybe those were tests from the universe. You know, before the luck kicks in.
Carlos (laughs):
A mime, huh? That does sound like punishment, not reward.
Lucía:
He didn’t talk the entire date. Just mimed eating spaghetti. It was… surreal.
Carlos:
See? If stepping in poo led to good luck, you’d have walked out of there with Ryan Gosling, not Marcel Marceau.
Lucía (shrugging):
Maybe I needed that mime date to appreciate the next guy. It’s all part of the journey!
Carlos (grinning):
Okay, but let me throw some science at you. There’s something called confirmation bias. It means you remember the times things line up with your beliefs—like your abuela’s raffle—but ignore all the times they don’t.
Lucía (mock gasp):
So now you’re saying my brain is tricking me?
Carlos:
Exactly. Our brains love patterns. They want to make sense of randomness. Like thinking the left shoe is cursed because you tripped once wearing it.
Lucía:
Funny you say that. I do always put on my right shoe first, just in case.
Carlos (facepalming):
Of course you do.
Lucía (laughs):
Look, I know it’s not “scientific,” but these little beliefs make life more fun. A bit of magic in the mess, you know?
Carlos:
I get that. But don’t you think there’s already enough randomness in life without glorifying dog droppings?
Lucía:
Oh, you’re such a buzzkill. Next time I win something, I’m not sharing it with you.
Carlos:
Unless I step in it first, right?
Lucía:
Exactamente. Then we share the jamón.
Carlos (grinning):
Deal. But I’m bringing disinfectant. Just in case your luck smells like yesterday’s croquetas.
(They laugh together, walking toward the café. Lucía keeps an eye out for more “luck” on the ground, while Carlos sticks to the clean side of the sidewalk.)
End Scene.
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