Monday the Thirteenth
You hear a lot about Friday the 13th being
an unlucky day, but Fridays are actually the best day of the week for most
people. It is often pay day and the beginning of the weekend.
Someone sent me an email on February 1 which claimed
that there are exactly four Sundays, four Mondays, four Tuesdays, four
Wednesdays, four Thursdays, four Fridays and four Saturdays in February,
2017 and that it would not occur again for 823 years. Since February has 28
days this year, I wondered how this was possible and finally decided that
the email should have been sent two months later (April 1). When there are
28 days in February, there are always four of each weekday 28 ÷ 4= 7.
A Norwegian has calculated that in the past 400 years,
there were more Fridays than any other day of the week. I was able to follow
his calculations and believe he is right.
I will leave it to readers to assess the value of my
opinion, but I am convinced that Mondays are the worst day of the week and
Monday the 13th really brings bad luck!
One Monday the 13th I awoke with a start. I
heard a neighbor starting his car and he normally left for work later than I
did, so I rolled over to turn on the lamp and check the clock, but nothing
happened. I assumed that the bulb had burned out, so got out of bed and
turned on the overhead light switch. Nothing happened. It was the same in
the bathroom, so it became apparent that there was a power outage. I had
overslept a whole hour and would be late for work!
I skipped breakfast, grabbed my briefcase and ran to the car. When I
inserted the key in the ignition and turned it, nothing happened. Rather
than waste precious time finding someone with jumper cables, I decided to
walk the two miles. The exercise and fresh air would do me good after such
a lousy start on this Monday the 13th. Within five minutes, it started to rain -
hard! I had a compact umbrella in my briefcase, so I got it out and pressed
the button to open it but - nothing happened! After standing in the pouring
rain, trying to force the umbrella to open for several minutes, I just gave
up and started running.
I won’t bore readers with all my problems that morning, but suffice it
to say that neither my computer nor the telephone worked. I was really tired
and hungry by noon and had to drag myself to a small lounge with food
automats. I normally took a lunch, but with no electric and being late for
work, there was no time for that. I put a five dollar bill in the
slot and pushed the button for a sandwich – nothing happened. This sort of
thing continued throughout the day and by the time I got home, I decided to
end it all. I loaded my revolver, placed it on my forehead and pulled the
You guessed it – nothing happened!
The moral of this tale is that you should never do today what you can
put off until tomorrow - if it's Monday the 13th.
Ralph V Harvey