A timely question.
Strangely enough, Friday the 13th usually seems to be my lucky day. Go figure.
I don’t think I have any superstitions. I do occasionally notice coincidences that some people would consider to be omens, but, no, it’s just another day.
I did get a kick out the the old Pogo comic strip when they’d declare “Friday the 13th came on Tuesday this month!!” I say that once in a while, but people just don’t get it. Dadgum whippersnappers!
What? I am not superstitious but I do make it a habit to take a prehistoric creature to lunch on every Friday the 13th.
Tradition!!
One time I had $6.66 in an online account on a Friday the 13th. I thought it was amusing rather than scary.
I often do not know the date. When the 13th is a Friday it helps.
Right. Like there aren’t enough real things to worry about.
Churchy LaFemme, of course.
I don’t even use the Internet on Friday the 13th.
I am not superstitious about anything, and don’t really get people who are. At all.
No but it’s prehistoric creatures day so put your dinosaurs on your desk!
No.
I also used to own two black cats. On Friday the 13th, I’d put up a ladder and walk under it just to hit the “bad luck” trifecta.
Trivia question, and no fair googling for it: What is the maximum and minimum number of Friday 13ths any year can have (modern calendar, not Babylonian or Mayan)?
Maximum: 3, Minimum: 1. It is possible to have 2.
For some reason, I just like the juxtaposition of Friday the 13th immediately being followed by Valentine’s Day this year: the supposedly unluckiest day of the year being followed by the supposedly most romantic day of the year.
There’s an idea for a high concept rom-com in there somewhere. I just know it.
My mom told me to stay inside today. :dubious:
I didn’t have any appointments for today, anyway.
I used to love Friday the 13th, because you could count on the USA Network to have a couple of Friday the 13th slasher movies on that night. Then they stopped, and it became just another day for me. Now I don’t even have cable anymore.
I got my degree at El Camino College in Torrance, CA, on June 13, 1986–a Friday. 
Well, my husband was fired from a good job on a Friday the 13th, in 1999. So there’s that.
But his subsequent job search took us up to Silicon Valley, which I love. We wouldn’t have come here without that firing, so there’s that too.
