Friday the 13th is commonly known to be a ‘bad’ day in most countries. Superstitions reign. Fortunately, it’s restricted only to Fridays. That’s the good part. Now, think about this. Are all the 13th days ‘bad’? Not really. I would say everyday is the same. Uh oh! I take that back. Just listen to what happened to one of my friends on the day after the 13th.
It was a Monday, not a blue one, that was just like any other ‘mun’day. It was back to work, back to stress, and back to air conditioning. The last one is something I like. I had a training scheduled for the afternoon; the idea which I didn’t like one bit. Anyway, since nothing could be done about it, I went.
20 minutes past scheduled time the trainer, my friend, hadn’t arrived. After a few minutes of waiting and a few calls, he arrived – signature: late as usual. What he told us after he arrived changed my opinion of his lateness and got me thinking about the calendar date.
The previous day, this friend had gone to a gas station to fill his automobile tank. He drove home later that night. Today, his family decided to go out shopping. Since he had to work, he did not join them. He was actually very happy that he was all alone; feeling the peace like never before. Breakfast time!
The very thought of cooking something for himself made him feel lazy. Why cook when the cook can cook? So, he decided to visit a hotel. He decided to have a scrumptious meal. He ordered. The bill was handed. I think you guessed what happened. Yes, you’re right! He did not have cash; worse still, his bank card was missing! Panic, frantic searching, panting, apologizing, calling, decisions in dilemma and what not! All kinds of thoughts filled his mind. If he blocked his card and then found it, he wouldn’t be able to use it for 48 hours. He decided not to block it. He got out of the hotel as fast as his legs could carry him. No food. Hungry. Fearful.
He searched for his card at home, in his trousers, the car… oh, the car! He remembered. He pulled out of the garage and sped towards the gas station. After a little enquiry and identification, he was able to get his card back. They had kept it safe. Good for him.
At least now he could eat. He checked his wristwatch. Oh no! ‘T was time for work. He had to hurry. With his stomach growling, he pulled out of the gas station, picked his work bag up from home, and started towards office.
Traffic! Traffic! Traffic! Will this ever stop? He was caught in thick traffic and when he got to work he was about half an hour late, hungry like a hippo, and tired as tired could be.
After telling us this story, he started to connect the computer to the projector. The monitor would just not turn on! He tried all he could. One of my co-trainees tried to help him. In fact, after a few exasperating moments, I pitched in. No avail. We had to look for a new room.
The adjacent room was vacant. We walked in; but there were two laptops connected. My friend went to have a closer look. He found out whose they were and said, “let’s go elsewhere”, and started walking. A deafening crash sound broke the silence of that room. We turned around only to find that my friend had stumbled on the power cable of one of the laptops. We gazed around trying to figure out what happened. Finally, after determining all was well, we walked out.
We got a room, finally.
Well, in this room, as he walked next to a table, he almost tore away the table’s wooden laminate that was actually fixed with a thumb tack. Fortunately, his trousers were safe. Perhaps, fortune found its way into the 14th, after all.
Just so that you know, I was born on a Friday the 13th 🙂