DIRTY HARRY, and when he asks me "Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya…PUNK?!? I would tell him, "Well yes, sir, as a matter of fact I do! Why just the other day I was walking down the street and found a penny. It was lyin’ there in the gutter, face up, so I put it in my pocket and guess what happened next?" "What..." he would grumble in his husky, iconic voice, rolling his eyes. "Well," I would tell him, "I took that penny and bought a gumball. But there was a small child outside who looked like he really would like some gum, so, out of sympathy I gave it to him, because I know what it’s like to not have any gum when you really, really want some. The tiny boy gave me a coin in return....." "Get on with it" Harry said gritting his teeth. I could tell he was getting annoyed because he lowered his .44 Magnum (the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off) just a little. “Well, turns out, this was one of the coins from the Spanish Galleon’s sunken treasure. And it was pure gold, worth thousands of dollars. So here’s the exciting part.†“Good grief!†Harry would say. “Is this story ever gonna end?†“Of, course. I just said I was getting to the exciting part. Anyway I passed by one of those sticker vending machines….I love those things…pulled out the coin, stuck it in and guess what sticker came out? “The exact one I need to complete my Happy Bunny Collection…the one that says IT’S CUTE HOW STUPID YOU ARE! Can you believe it!!! So yes, Mr. East…er Dirty Harry. In answer to your question. I DO FEEL LUCKY!!!!!! Can you imagine, getting the exact sticker you need, those things just don’t happen! And I really don’t think I’m a punk, but whatever.†He would then toss me to the ground and walk away muttering to himself about retirement and shaking his head.