My customer number was 666. I’m not superstitious, and in fact, I didn’t even think about the number being a problem until my roommate walked into the waiting room to sit beside me.
“I already got a number,” I told Sydonie as she sat down. I showed her the ticket and pointed to the sign behind the counter that read Now serving: 661.
“Not the luckiest draw,” she said and rested her purse on her lap.
We got lost in talking about our day and before we knew it the sign behind the counter read Now serving: 667.Read More