When I was in elementary school--sixth grade--I had a string of good luck wherein I received or found--at no cost to me--a bunch of cool stuff, always on Tuesdays. Thus, Tuesday became the day I found things.
In part, this designation was one symptom of my desperate attempts to be superstitious. Other failures included....
- I tried to have a lucky clothespin. I kept forgetting to rely on it.
My three-taps,-three-swings routine simply didn't help me hit the baseball.
And all the traditional ones--black cats, ladders, salt over shoulders--simply did nothing for me. Too silly. And illogical.
Anyway, I'm thinking I need to make another effort at being superstitious. I'ld like to start by finding cool stuff on Tuesdays, but here are some other notions I may try:
- ♦ Eat potato chips Friday nights in order to grow my investments.
♦ Shoot rubberbands at toddlers to stave off dementia.
♦ Scratch the backs of my thighs to ward off the evil eye.
♦ Stick my hands in my pockets whenever I see a shady character. And whistle.
♦ Same thing if I see a cop.
♦ Take my hat off indoors--I already do this anyway, but now I'm going to be motivated by a fear of vengeful earthquakes.
♦ Stick my fingers in my ears whenever I see an ad for luxury automobiles.
♦ Yawn every Monday morning at 2am.