I walk under ladders, smash mirrors, spill salt, and open an umbrella indoors without fear; AND, up til February this year, I HAD a black cat as my beloved pet for FIFTEEN YEARS.
Actually this friday the 13th is turning out to be pretty good. One of my internet friends wrote and said he is recovering at home now. He was in the hospital for a very long time going through procedures that sounded just awful. But he seems to be a lot better now and looks like he will survive.
Why the hell should I be superstitious? I own a black cat, I walk under ladders all the time, I've broken 3 mirrors, AND I've spilled salt. Where's my bad luck, eh?
Um... the worst thing that happened to me on Friday the 13th is failing a test or two. Well I never had stellar marks in that particular subject anyways.... ( Science)
Not at all. Today, I walked under a ladder, smashed a mirror, picked up 2 face-down pennies, crossed several black cats, and said 'Bloody Mary' five times into a mirror. And I'm fine. more or less . . .
Theres my failed attempt at being gangster.
Explains a lot. Friday the 13th is worse than nights with a full moon for the medical community!!!!!!!