Yes, Friggatriskaidekaphobia is real.
For me, the date and day usually hold good things. The last Friggatriskaideka was no exception, but my good fortune did not come to me in the usual way.
While delivering newspapers, it is often hard to find a parking spot. Visitors and business owners tend to take up the available spaces.
There are five kinds of parking spaces — curbs without markings, curbs with red, yellow, or green paint, paid parking lots, and far-away parking spots.
The plain ones are the hardest to find. The red ones mark fire hydrants, the yellow is for deliveries, and the green, 15-minute parking.
Unfortunately, I pulled into a green spot the wrong way as a shop owner’s car and an antique bicycle blocked the use of the closest yellow zone. After delivering to a nearby saloon, I saw law enforcement roll up with flashing lights.
I let the pair in the car know I was delivering papers and I would be moving along in a minute.
That was not satisfactory as one got out of the unit and said, “I’m going to cite you for driving the wrong way.”
“You can’t do that,” I said. “It’s a misdemeanor and you have to witness me doing it to write me a ticket. I am parked in the wrong direction though, so you have every right to ticket me for that.”
“We have ourselves a lawyer,” the other said.
“Let me drop these off and then you can cite me,” I asked. “But when you do, will you please print both of your names and rank on it so I can write an article about how you are protecting the citizens of this town?”
“A threat?” the one with the ticket book asked.
“No,” I said, “I jus’ wanna explain how you two overlooked the two violations across the street since nine this morning only to ticket me while working.”
Both looked at where I pointed, “I’m sure it’s on surveillance somewhere, including how you’ve managed to ignore both since beginning your shift.”
The one with the citation book snapped it shut, saying, “Make it quick, then move on.”
Yup, Friggatriskaideka has always been good to me.