Okay, so it’s Friday the 13th. Some say we should expect bad luck whenever the 13th of a month falls on a Friday. I can’t say this particular superstition has ever affected me, but maybe that’s because I was born June 13. No, it wasn’t a Friday, but still. My birthday occasionally lands on a Friday and nothing big has ever happened, good or bad.
Of course, there are always stories about how horrible or terrific occurrences seem to stem from this crazy date. Some have had two car accidents the same day. Some have set off security alarms by merely exiting a store. And some couldn’t seem to get to work on time, no matter what they did. However, others have encountered the opposite effect where everything on Friday the 13th was a positive experience. Maybe they met their soul mate, won the lottery, or discovered the flight they failed to board ended up in the Hudson.
What about you? Do you believe in the curse of Friday the 13th? Do you have a good or bad story to share about something that occurred on that date?