The Curse Of Friday The 13th
Especially when I got mad at the Wendy's call center earlier...Did I let it rip then! Maybe I was just frustrated at having to stay at home and not getting to talk but I was so pissed with them for being late (it was more than an hour after we ordered that we called them up) and guess what, the rider was still there!
I mean, am I unreasonable for expecting them to deliver within the 29-minute guaranteed delivery time? This after my brother had experienced the same fate last night when his order came 2 hours late. Come to think of it, this is the 3rd time this month that Wendy's screwed up our order. This time, the manager said the rider got lost. Lost! When we had specifically made sure the address in their records was correct and even went as far as giving them landmarks to identify our place! I didn't care that my voice sounded so hoarse but I let the manager know that was unforgivable. Ergo, I told her to just forget about delivering our order coz I was not paying for it and would just order elsewhere. D'ya think I was rude? Could it be the curse of Friday the 13th a day late? (Dripping with sarcasm).
Anyways, do you know that people who are afraid of Friday the 13th are called paraskevidekatriaphobes? This was derived from one of 'em fancy Greek terms. Paraskevi is the Greek word for Friday, and dekatria is how Greeks say 13. Phobe, as you might have guessed, relates to phobia.
But I'll bet you do things every single day because--know it or not--you're a little bit superstitious. When you yawned this morning (after getting up on the right side of the bed and starting your day off on the right foot), did you carefully cover your mouth? Probably so. It's what we do to be polite. But there's more to it than this----people used to think that your soul would rush out of your body if you issued an unprotected yawn. And the same goes for sneezing. You may say "Gesundheit!" or "Bless you!" to be a nice person. But what you're actually doing is carrying on a tradition apparently started by the Roman emperor Tiberius. According to one legend, Tiberius would ride in his chariot blessing anyone who sneezed, because a deadly disease at the time, in its early phases, caused sneezing. The more blessings were passed around, the less likely people were to die----or so the thinking went. This same thinking continued in Europe in the Middle Ages, when people were dying of bubonic plague. Combine it with the cover-the-mouth---and-protect-your-soul rule, and you are much less likely to spread nasty germs.
Some sites worth mentioning: http://www.funology.com/, http://www.newscientist.com/lastword/ and http://www.ideafinder.com/