Fear of eating damn Triscuits while cutting the Deck. To break the jinx, walk backwards past a black cat under a ladder.

It was a Friday 13th when I was driving up the I-5 and rear-ended a slowly-moving 18 wheeler at 60 mph. I pretty much survived the impact. The day has always been a lucky one for me. Although I don't intend to drive through the Grapevine later to test my luck a second time. That many Triscuits I may not have.