Collaborative Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th is superstitious.  Black cats, walking under ladders, opening umbrellas inside, breaking mirrors all result in horrible events. Today while exiting my house I walked underneath a ladder, tripped over a black cat, popped my umbrella open, and fell on top of my living room mirror all at the same time! What a horrible way to start the day, and all before I had even finished my muffin for breakfast. What could possibly happen next? 

As I was driving along Main Street, I noticed someone exiting the bank with big black bags. I couldn't recognize the person because they were covered from head to toe in clothing. The person was oddly familiar, and the feeling that I recognized was not a good one. I screeched my Batmobile-also known as a 30 year old rusted Ford F-250 stick shift-to a halt. I squinted at the man across the street, knowing I had to take action. What was I going to do? I thought to myself. I decided to dial 9-1-1 on my cell phone. Hyperventilating, I pulled out my phone with my sweaty hands slipping and sliding, unable to dial any numbers.

Then the unexpected happened.  The man turned and looked at me just as my phone slipped to the floor of the truck.  Only on Friday the 13th could such unluckiness happen to me. He had taken in my face, I panicked and knew I had to do something. I jumped out of the truck and ran to tackle the man to the ground. As I ran, I slipped and fell on my face only to find my two front teeth were laying on the ground next to me. In the background I could hear sirens but I couldn't tell how far or close they were. I looked up in a panic and suddenly remembered the familiarity of the face. As I came to consciousness, I realized that the siren was my alarm and the face was my roommate trying to wake me up.

. . .Then I woke up and realized that Friday the 13th was over.  Finally Valentine's day had arrived. . .