Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Post 12

I am not a superstitious person. In fact, I might even go so far as to say I am anti-superstitious (regular stitious?)

For example, there was an old Irish superstition that milk would go sour in the presence of a witch. This was before people knew about microbes that feed on the lactose in milk. Totally logical basis for a belief that is just udderly preposterous (pun intended).

My friend Rachel loves the idea of ghosts. Everytime we go on a vacation she wants to stop at every supposedly haunted locale and go "Ghost Hunting". I always reject this idea. I think she'd have a lot less fun at a ghost house if I was there saying things like "the way that the windows and doors are positioned in this room makes a wind tunnel, which is why the corner seems so much warmer."

I'm a fun killer.

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