I don’t lean toward the superstitious. It’s just not my way. I tend to avoid cats of all colors and I always thought 13 as good a number as any other. Even better, what with all the bar and bat mitzvah festivities.
Still, I suppose there is such a thing as being in the right place at the right time, or the vice versa.
Anyway, people are always telling me that I have the worst luck. This goes at least as far back as college. Yeah, I got stuck in the revolving door at Tiffany’s. Sure, a city street collapsed beneath me. These things, they could happen to anyone. But somehow they always seem to happen by me.
Back then, a friend would say it’s like there is a little gray cloud that follows me around wherever I go. She warned I should be careful the birds in the sky. Because they might defecate on my head. Needless to say, that happened, too.
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