I don’t, but maybe I should. I just discovered that is the phobia name for those who fear Friday the 13th. Triskadekaphobia…geez the word just doesn’t roll off the tongue does it? With a superior attitude, I would laugh at anyone who felt this superstitious fear. Afraid of Friday the 13th? That’s ridiculous!
This morning I woke up from a nightmare at 3. Yes, it was the start of Friday the 13th. I rolled over and closed my eyes, perhaps just a bit tighter than usual, and tried to go back to sleep. Needless to say it took a while and my poor suffering husband had to sleep with me velcroed to his backside.
I got up late, no surprise considering my lack of sleep, and rushed around trying to get to work as near to on time as possible. I didn’t have any time for breakfast so I rushed outside, bombarded by raindrops the size of Texas. I got in the car and noticed that my gas gauge was precariously close to the fume level. Why didn’t I get gas last night when I came home?
I jumped on the interstate in hopes of getting to my destination that much quicker. Wrong! The traffic was barely moving and at that rate of speed I would be lucky to get to work by Saturday the 14th. I got off at the nearest exit.
Oh no, I almost forgot, I need gas and a cup of strong coffee wouldn’t hurt either. So I stopped at the gas station, pumped the gas, spilling some on my shoes. I could see that this day wasn’t going to get any better so I sloshed through the puddles like a three year old and went in the store to get some coffee. What is it about umbrellas that always seem to turn inside out even when there isn’t a wisp of a breeze? I squeaked through the door (puddles will do that to shoes) and got my coffee inhaling deeply the pleasing aroma. This day is going to get better I just know it. As I went outside the umbrella rebelled yet again and I spilled the coffee down the front of my shirt.
I finally arrived at work a half hour late (it’s a good thing I’m a partner) bedraggled, wet and definitely chastised.
Do I now have Triskadekaphobia? Maybe. It is Friday though and at the risk of sounding like Scarlett O’Hara, tomorrow is another day ;-)