There's a pleasant, old-fashioned charm to Jerome K. Jerome's "The Man Who Did Not Believe in Luck." It's amusing, not hilarious, but it has that Stephen Leacock sort of tone, where you feel invited to his park bench to smile at the locals; the locals who are in all honesty, just a little more quirky than either of you.
The joke of "The Man Who Did Not Believe in Luck" is that the man clearly does believe in luck— just not good luck.
There are a few details lacking that once or twice made the story a bit difficult to follow and I wondered if there hadn't been a paragraph missing somewhere. Still, it's the kind of story where the inclusion of such details would still have only improved it to a degree. It was pleasant as it was, and that's all it would ever be.