They say bad luck follows a person who crosses path with a black cat.
Raft3r may be a lot of things. Being superstitious sure ain’t one of them.
I am a big Loch Ness fan, believe in the existence of aliens, adhere to conspiracy theories, and think Elvis still lives.
As you can probably notice, Raft3r is pretty open minded. But the concept of superstition is a bit lame, if you ask me.
So a couple of weeks ago, a black cat walked pass me. Raft3r did not pay too much attention to this incident, until now. After all, black cats form a big part of the Mali Bay community.
Raft3r has lost both pins for his company sponsored and personal credit cards. I was out of town for work and badly needed some cash advance, but couldn’t find my ATM pins.
Besides the monetary constraint, my seldomly used Picanto got hit by a taxi. Fresh from its regular check up, my subcompact received some heavy hitting from an irresponsible cab driver.
Raft3r also lost his beloved Armani sunglasses.
All these occurred right after the black cat encounter.
Coincidence? Guess who’s a believer now.