Friday the Thirteen

[Rui 'Trovatore' Pires]

Only 5 things are certain in this world. Death and taxes, James Bond and Jason. And AGS.

[Gord10]

I am not superstitious and don't believe something bad is going to happwhgtehenhuwhejhsygsk
(dropping over the keyboard)

[Mozesh]

Wow! its 20:12 here and Im still alive :o

[Pumaman]

I don't want to jinx it by saying that nothing untoward has happened to me today yet...

Having said that, my grandma did think I was dead, but I guess that's just alzheimer's for you 

[Meowster]

Mark you had good luck at work today because it's my Birthday and my Birthday is like a minefield of happiness, step on a mine and you will be blown to smithereens but be incredibly happy because you are in heaven in a thousand little pieces, each one bouncing merrily on the cool clouds which ease the burning of the torn flesh.

[BerserkerTails]

As long as I stay away from Summer camps by lakes, I think I'll be fine.

<Goes and plays Psychonauts>

OH NOES!

[TheYak]

Never been a terribly superstitious person.  At my last workplace, however, there was a guy who was very superstitious about broken mirrors and spilled salt.  I thought it was amusingly quirky and (whilst working 12-hour graveyard shifts) suffering from boredom and a touch of delirium, I dumped a couple tablespoons of salt in the hood of his sweatshirt.  He cursed violently, and began muttering details of his upcoming retribution.  He also took the salt out of his hood one pinch at a time and threw each pinch over his shoulder.  I think it took him around 15 minutes.  I laughed my ass off the entire time. 

Afterwards, I felt bad having done it, not knowing that he really did take it seriously.  I felt worse, later, when he explained that he didn't give a crap about it until he spilled some salt the day before his mom died (having been around when his mom died in a car wreck, I knew he wasn't just screwing with me).  I've since re-evaluated my feelings about superstitions.  I don't have to believe in them, but I'll respect the fact that some people do (similar to my feelings about organized religion).

[Renal Shutdown]

I'm not superstitious about Friday the 13th's.  Sure, I've got many other phobias, but not this one.
However, saying that, my toilet broke.

[TheYak]

That would have more of a tendancy to make me superstitious of Iqu Ass.

[Oliver]

Well, it's over. And I can say that nothing bad happend to me. But I don't really belive in that Friday 13th thing.

[Haddas]

I hit my toe, but that was about 5 minutes into the 14th

[Babar]

I don't want to jinx it by saying that nothing untoward has happened to me today yet...

I hope that your PC is safe, and you've backed up AGS.....
wait....its already past the 13th. It'd be funny if Friday the 13th was the day before valentines day

[TerranRich]

You know, it's funny, Friday the 13th was the best day at work I have ever had EVER, in my 2+ years working there.

I was told to deliver a tub to some lady's house way out in the boonies. Bleh. Well, I would have company: a cool guy from At-Home Services (they handle installations and estimates) named Eric. Okay, not bad. We'd be taking a rental truck that belongs to the company. Sweet! It's a nice Ford truck too.

We were supposed to leave at 6pm...but the truck wasn't ready, and it was already 7:30pm. The lady calls us (not US, but the place) and complains that we're very late. We both decide that we need to call her back and calm her down and tell her we're almost ready. Eric volunteers to do it right away. Awesome! I don't have to deal with an irate customer!

Now it's 7:45 and the truck is ready. We sgn it out, no problem, and make our way two towns over to Fairhaven. We get lost...but have fun doing so. And when we get to the home..it's a beautiful home. This lady was very rich.

So we load the tub and the tub surround into the upstairs spare room (not really that hard...it was all surprisingly light). When we leave, after complimenting her on her beautful house and wishing her a good evening, she gives us each a $10 tip.

Score! We made it back to work for 9pm, which by that time was already time for me to go home.

So yeah, it was a great day at work. Because every other day is utter shit.

[ThunderStorm]

I had a flight to London with some friends from geography class, and some newspaper lying around in the tube stated that it was probably the hottest day of the year. Can't really blame anything on friday 13th, except for this strange "The Tempest" play in Globe Theater, where you are not allowed to sit on your bagpack, as you are supposed to be standing if you have a yard ticket.

Oh, the night on Stansted airport trying to get some sleep was horrible. But that was already on Saturday morning.