I’m not superstitious…I’m a little stitious.
– Michael Scott, ‘The Office’
One night recently I wanted to keep my home lit with sources of non-electric lights, per tradition for that particular night in the year. So I went out and bought a ton of candles and promptly began lighting them and placing them in every room. At least two in every room. So that they don’t get lonely, of course. Satisfied with the arrangement of the flickering flames filling every space with a warm glow, I started to leave to have dinner with a friend and as I locked the door it suddenly struck me that I was actually leaving several little blazing fires unattended in my home. What if something bad happened?! All my shoes were in there! My hand still on the key in the front door, while considering whether I should put them out when I really didn’t want to, I did a quick mental count of how many candles I’d left burning. 14. Fourteen? Hmmm. That’s one more than 13, I thought. It’s gotta count for something. I took superstitious relief in that fact and locked the door.