So my husband buys some roast beef a the grocery store Monday. The clerk says, “Oh, we better take a few slices off or the price will be $6.66.” My husband laughed and told her that he wasn’t superstitious.
But I am. The lunch meat is for me, and as silly as it sounds, I haven’t been able to eat it. It’s just numbers. I know that, but I’ve always been this way.
The kids and I were at a candle store once the price for some votives added up to $6.66. I added something to my purchase, but when I got home I still didn’t want to use the stupid candles. I ended up giving them all to a friend. (She’s fine, her house didn’t burn down but I felt guilty for almost a year afterward.)
I know how stupid it sounds but there it is. It’s something that’s been ingrained in me from the time I heard my first scary story about the devil. The same with touching my belly button when I see a hearse. I’ve stopped holding my breath over bridges. I’m old, and I pass out easy. Same with holding my feet up when going over a railroad track. (That’s dangerous if you’re driving.) I gave up all of those, but I can’t seem to get past the $6.66 thing. ;-)
SO please, tell me you do something silly too. Some weird superstition about black cats or ladders. Oh, and if you want some roast beef, just let me know. ;-)