Jane heard the alarm clock go off and jumped out of bed. The morning was beautiful full of bright sunshine. After her morning ablutions she began dressing then her eye fell on the calendar. She stopped dead in her tracks, took in a deep breath and sat down.’Oh my lands! Friday the thirteenth!’ she thought.
It seemed to her that a dark cloud had hidden the brilliant sun. She finished dressing. That morning she had decided to go to visit a writer she’d met at an exhibition the week before, but now she hesitated. She’d wanted to write an article about him.
She went downstairs and started breakfast. Strangely enough, the coffee tasted better than usual…and for once she her toaster worked didn’t burn the bread to a black crisp. She went out the door and got into her car and drove the 3 kilometers to the town center and found a parking spot without any problems…she hadn’t had to search at all.
She did her shopping and then walked to the café where she had her appointment with the writer. He was sitting in a booth near the entrance and looked a little haggard.
“Hello Jane. How are you this morning?” he asked.
“Actually better than I thought I’d be…since it’s Friday the 13th!”
“I do so know what you mean. I’m just waiting for the axe to fall!”
“So far, nothing but good has happened to me today. Have you any adventures to tell me about Friday the 13th?”
“The last one, my editor sent word that the printers had botched the lay-out of my last book. And then I had an accident with the car. Nothing more than a cracked fender but still my heart was in my throat. I was thinking of not going out today. But the last time I tried that out, my computer fried!”
“And did all this start out right away?”
“Yeah. As soon as I woke up I got the phone call from my editor. This morning I had to go back home because as soon as I walked out the door a bird bombed me!”
They talked for another hour, fortunately not only about bad luck and omens. Seems the the writer was pretty superstitious. However, she had enough material to write a great article.
Jane got through the day without any mishaps and that go her to thinking; ‘why should Friday the 13th be so omenous?’ and decided to look it up in Wikipedia.
According to folklorists, there is no written evidence for a “Friday the 13th” superstition before the 19th century.The earliest known documented reference in English occurs in Henry Sutherland Edwards‘ 1869 biography of Gioachino Rossini, who died on a Friday 13th.
He [Rossini] was surrounded to the last by admiring friends; and if it be true that, like so many Italians, he regarded Fridays as an unlucky day and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that on Friday 13th of November he passed away.
She started her article feeling much better. The rest of the day had passed without a hitch, well almost, when she’d gotten to her car there was a ticket on the wind screen, she’d forgotten to put out her parking disc!