Friday the Thirteenth

Are you superstitious? Do you laugh about the more ridiculous ones, but keep your shoes off the bed, just to be safe? Everyone has some little quirks about them, it's what makes us interesting. But today's date inspired me to write about the most superstitious person I ever met. I know that you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead, but I'll just tell you what he was like, and then you can decide for yourself, okay? I knew a person that was so deep seatedly superstitious, that he let it rule him. He had one for everything. A bird in your house was bad luck, ask him. Not just the traditional belief that a bird that flew into your home was a harbinger for bad luck. Nope, this loser, may he rest in peace, thought that any bird in your house was bad luck. I always meant to ask him if that meant the chicken for supper, also, I just never got around to it. Another gem was shoes on the bed! Oh the horrors that followed if you accidentally set your shoes on a bed. Death was sure to follow! It was like being stuck in a hammy Vincent Price movie. Another staple was that death comes in threes. You think? So what are the odds that if one person that you know of dies, more will follow? Diabolical, isn't it? Another one of his oddities that I spent time laughing at was that if you entered by a door, you had to exit from the same door. I am not kidding. I have welcomed this guy in through the front door, gone out the back door with him to look at something in the yard, only to have him go back into our house so that he could go out the front door to leave. Sadly, he was ten feet away from his car when he made this backtracking voyage. Therapy, anyone? This person also believed that he heard knocks upstairs, in the junk filled upstairs rooms of his house. These "knocks" were never an old nasty house settling. No sir, they were omens from his long dead relatives that death was coming! The only thing missing from a visit with him was the creepy old organ music. He certainly had the dust filled air part. I wheezed every time I had to go there. Or maybe it was the stink from the cigars and the dirt, who can say for sure? But enough of memory lane. A Friday at Walmart can only mean one thing-long lines at the checkouts and not enough help! You don't need it to be the thirteenth to be unlucky there. I went in today to pick up some chocolate. Lent is coming and I better be ready. I would probably still be in that line if I hadn't set the candy on a display and just walked out. Where is the difficulty in scheduling people when you are busy? I see advertisements all the time on my site that will sell you a program to set up scheduling. The largest company in the world can't afford to invest in one of those? Or does the whole concept of being busy on a Friday catch them off guard every time? I'll make some calls, but I don't expect to get an answer. If I do, you can thank me later.