I've never been superstitious. Sure, I always think twice before walking under a ladder, but it's not because I believe in bad luck. It's part of the reason why I've never understood the lack of a thirteenth floor in a building. Even when they change the floor numbers, there's still a thirteenth floor, it's just misnamed. I hate rising past the thirteenth floor for this very reason.
So one day I stood in an elevator of a building that reportedly lacked the unlucky floor. My eyes stared at the buttons in boredom, wishing I had laser vision so I could make the buttons melt. At least that would be entertaining. 9....10.....11...12....13....I blinked. That 13 button hadn't been there a second earlier. The elevator continued to rise.
Frantically I pressed the 13 button, but of course the elevator had already passed it. Finally, the door opened to the floor I originally chose, but now I had changed my mind. I immediately pushed the door close button, to the dismay of the person wanting to enter the elevator car. I pushed the 13 button, and the car dropped. I had to hold onto the wall, and sit on the floor for fear of being thrown.
With a final lurch the car stopped, and the elevator chimed in snide victory. Shakily trying to stand up, I watched the doors open with a burst of light.
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