“Trixadexaphobia” …the fear of the number thirteen.
“Wow!” Thought Jimmy. He had heard that Friday the thirteenth was a very unlucky day. He wasn’t sure about that, but he did have to admit to having some good luck by finding that dollar bill all crumpled up laying in the gutter. But he also had some bad luck too when he stepped on that nail and had to go and have that tetanus shot. Boy that hurt!
So was today really going to be unlucky? He sure hoped not.
As Jimmy got out of bed his hand brushed against the glass of water that was on his nightstand and it spilled onto the floor. So he went into the bathroom to get a towel to clean it up and as he reached all the way to the back of the cabinet to get a clean towel he hit his head. “Ouch!”
He rubbed the pain away as he went back to sop up the water and tripped on the dragging end of the bath towel and fell down.
“Wait a second!” Jimmy was just beginning to realize that all of these “accidents” were happening to him on…yep….Friday the Thirteenth of May!
“It must be true” he thought. But Mom said it’s just “superstition” yesterday when he asked her about what his friends at school said about it.
Then Jimmy heard a crash downstairs in the kitchen. “Mom are you OK?” he yelled down the stair.
“Yes Jimmy…I just knocked over a glass of water….get dressed for school.
“It REALLY is true! Today is a VERY unlucky day.”
Jimmy very carefully and slowly walked back into his room and got into his school clothes.
Then he had an idea!
He looked over at his calendar and that huge red number “THIRTEEN” He snuck over and approached the calendar from behind. Then he very very slowly reached around and grasped the lower edge of the page and suddenly RIPPED it off and quickly crumpled it up in his hand.
“THERE! That should do it!”
And you know what…Jimmy and his Mom didn’t have another accident the entire day!