Seven Minutes of Bad Luck

Submitted by Stanley:

Cindy came out of her house and flopped down in the passenger side of my car, clearly upset about something.  I asked her what was wrong. 

She told me that she accidentally broke a mirror while getting ready.  I asked her if she hurt herself, and she said that she didn't.  I asked her if anyone else hurt themselves, and she said no.  I asked her if she was able to clean up the mess and she said that she was able to.  So I asked her what the problem was.

She looked at me like I was an idiot.  "Seven years of bad luck!" she said.

I told her that I didn't think that such things were true.

She said, "It is!  Why do you think people are so careful around mirrors?"

I replied that people might be careful because they didn't want to break them because shattered mirrors could be dangerous.  Not because of some superstitious voodoo gypsy curse thing.

She shut up for the rest of the date, clearly intent on starting her seven years of bad luck off on the right foot.


  1. I think she was actually really bummed out about the mirror because she planned on using it to watch themselves in a coitusfest later.

  2. Coitusfest? Is that the holiday before festivus?

  3. Coitusfest! ha ha

  4. You break one mirror... then BAM, pregnant!

  5. Makes about as much sense as belief in horoscopes.

  6. Thank God you didn't plan on taking her to the Hall of Mirrors.


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