I think I’m not superstitious. That is, until something happens and I say to myself, “Gee! I hope that’s not a sign!” For example, today I accidentally ripped a piece of a paper at work. It wasn’t just any old piece of paper, but a sacred object known as a “style sheet.” Well, it’s really only the information on the style sheet that’s sacred. The actual piece of paper is easily replaced (thank goodness for photocopy machines!). Still, I’ve never ripped a style sheet before. So of course, after thinking “I’ve never done that before,” I thought “It must be a sign!”
Yeah, it’s a sign. It’s a sign that I’m too lazy to move things out of the way when I’m trying to pull a piece of paper toward me!