Maybe I should have saved this blog until I got to blog number 13. I probably would forget about it by then. Anyway, I’m currently on lunch break in a building where I am on the 13th floor. It made me think about how lots of buildings don’t label the 13th floor, “13” because of superstition. I wonder who makes the decision when a tall building is being made, to not have a 13th floor.
Anyway, 13 has been a number I have liked since I was a kid. I think I liked it because others didn’t. My uniform number was 13 in 7th and 8th grade. I wasn’t worried about bad luck or anything horrible happening because of the number on my jersey. [It wasn’t my favorite number, mostly because I didn’t like Dan Marino. My favorite number was 7 for John Elway. Yet, 13 still is one of my favorites.]
People remind me how 13 is unlucky. I usually tell them my grandma was born on the 13th (Friday), my parents were married on the 13th (Friday), and I got engaged on the 13th (Monday). All these things are important to me and I think about them when someone tells me 13 is unlucky. [I even remember getting a John Elway rookie card on my 13th birthday. ]
So, 13 is a good number and I think more people should give it a chance. Time to go back to work on the 13th floor. It’s 13 minutes before 13:00.
Blog About Nothing 