Ah ha! So, that was you, eh? I can confirm that you’re prescience was spot on with regard to your future plans to travel in to the past for the express purpose of giving me the heebie jeebies. :eek: Just today, while examining some circa 1870’s photos from Tennessee, lo and behold—I see this obviously non-Gilded Age bloke holding a sign exactly as you describe. I’m a bit confused however, assuming you made the trip on or beyond 2006, why were you wearing a leisure suite, wide lapelled, open-collared shirt, platform shoes, and sporting a disco haircut with mutton chops? Oh, and BTW, your zipper was at half-mast. 
I can make Diet Pepsi cans appear.
Once, when I was working at an amusement park, I was on one of the stationary carts. Started to get thirsty, and my break was a long time away. Then I looked at one of the benches, and an unopened can of Pepsi was sitting on it.
Then I was on another job, where there was a deli lunch. Several cases of regular and Diet Coke. I despise Coca-Cola, and resigned myself to water. Then I saw an unopened can of Diet Pepsi at the end of one of the tables.
Mr. Rilch and I were organizing stuff in our storage space. Hot, tiring work. Neither of us had thought to bring anything to drink. As we were checking out, the office clerk said, “Is this yours? Somebody left it,” and held up an unopened can of Diet Pepsi. (The storage facility does not have vending machines.)
Some confluence of circumstances that I’m not aware of, of course. Now if it was Vernor’s Ginger Ale every time, then I’d be eeked out. But there’s a lot of Diet Pepsi in the world.
Pedestrian crossing will turn green when I want to cross 95% of the time for me. A specific crossing does it 100% of the time. I like to say thank you whenever I cross.
I always knock on wood.
I always try to pick up pennies. The other day I was with my boyfriend and I passed up a penny and I keep thinking about that damn penny.
I also turn books, magazine, CDs, etc. with pictures away from me, especially if I am undressing or trying to sleep.
I also still look under my bed before I go to sleep.
Yes. The universe revolves around me.
If I ever joke about dying or getting some terminal, or downright disturbing disease or malady, inside my head, I always “take it back”. Y’know, for fear of the universe somehow listening in and granting me the “wish”. I hate being misunderstood.
More in spirit with the OP’s issue… every time I see a light or plane in the sky at night (that clearly isn’t a star or planet) I secretly hope against hope, that THIS time it’ll be a UFO or other bizarre phenomenon. Which, of course, couldn’t ever happen. Ever. Ahem.
I am also holding out to witness a “local” supernova… that would be kickass.
I touch fuselages as well. I also cross myself when I see an ambulance. I collect pennies. I fold the straws I get from my SoCo’s n coke into triangles and put them in the ashtrays. Helps keep track of how many drinks I’ve had.
Haven’t been on a plane for ten years, went last week. Quick double tap on the side of the fuselage with my wedding ring. All because of you, Madmonk. Made me feel much better, thanks. Absolutely perfect flights.
Supernatural powers? I can sense cops. I can make men lose their train of thought.
Now that you are in the know, watch when you board a plane and you’ll see other people doing it.
i’ve been active in theater since the earth was cooling, so there are any number of quirks.
when i’m opening a show my friends know to never say ‘good luck.’ they know to say ‘break a leg.’ the dive master is especially well trained in this now.
never, EVER whistle in a theater. **very ** bad luck.
i always wear the exact same pair of tragedy / comedy earrings for opening night that i’ve had for eons.
add me to the list of throwing salt over a shoulder and knocking on wood. don’t think i could stop them if i tried.
my mother undoubtedly had a touch of the fey in her. she had three unique paranormal experiences in her life. my sister and i are waiting for it to start happening to us. :eek:
I am better about this, but when I was Young and Cute-even photos in frames made me uncomfortable. It is VERY offputting to glance over during sex and see a pic of your mother on the dresser…or your kids, come to that.
Now I just keep my eyes closed…
Neither do I! Played a lot of Bloody Mary in my youth, and it totally freaked me out. I don’t know if ghosts exist, but they scare the crap out of me.
I also don’t think psychics exist, but I sometimes think I’m psychic. I have dreams that come true; when I lived with my parents, I always knew when the phone was for me; I can sense when a place is “haunted” before I find out it’s well-known for its hauntings; and so on.
Of course, I am crazy. I don’t like when one of my stuffed animals is left alone all night; I figure they get scared in the dark by themselves. I’ve been known to yell at my husband for leaving one of my teddy bears downstairs by itself.