The Wrong Date
“I feel great this morning,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus, waking up and making himself a fruit smoothie. “I am going to go for a jog. I know it is Friday the 13th but I don’t care. I am not going to have any bad luck whatsoever.”
Unlucky Uncle Ungus went for his jog and while jogging he thought long and hard about all the bad luck Friday the 13th’s have caused him over the years. He was tired of the bad luck and he was tired of living in fear of every Friday the 13th.
“I know that not everyone has bad luck on Friday the 13th,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “I want to be like those people.”
Just before finishing up with his jog, Unlucky Uncle Ungus saw something behind a rock on his laneway. He went over to check it out.
“My wallet that I lost yesterday,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “This is amazing. It is almost like yesterday was Friday the 13th. Everything that could go wrong did and everything that could go right today, is going right.”
“Happy Friday the 13th,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus when his neighbour waved at him.
“Friday the 13th was yesterday,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus’ neighbour.
“That can’t be right,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus.
Unlucky Uncle Ungus checked the date on his phone. Sure enough, the day before was Friday the 13th.”
“That explains why everything is going so good today,” whispered Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “It isn’t even Friday the 13th.”
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