IF IT WEREN'T FOR BAD LUCK BRIAN. / I'D HAVE NO LUCK AT ALL.
A Harold Smiling post.
Saturday, two minutes past seven in the morning. The neighbour has bought a drill, and he's going to use every setting on it. You see him later at the bins. "Morning!" At a family dinner someone asks when you're getting married, then when you're having kids, then whether you've thought about a proper job. It's still the starters. The meeting that could have been an email is now in its second hour, and someone has just said "let's take a step back". Your guest says "I'll head off soon" at nine. It's now eleven. Their coat is still on the chair, and they've just asked if there's any more of that wine. **Why it caught on:** it's another frame from the stock photos that made András Arató Harold around 2011 - the smile that's held the pose a little too long, which is every smile at a family gathering.