After noticing that no one purchased tickets for the morning show of Pink Panther 2, a co-worker and I began conversing in the empty theater aided only by the incredibly unfunny performance of Steve Martin. His humor sure has fallen to such a slump since The Jerk and Bowfinger. After walking upstairs back into my territory accompanied by my favorite cinematic phylum's, I realized something was out of the ordinary - the lamp in auditorium 2 was off. Running over in a frantic frenzy, I soon realized that no one was in the theater so my stress soon there after evaporated into a colorful mist. It was a good feeling. Then I went to start the second Friday the 13th showing, but that was during the time I began thinking about what I had stupidly said earlier.
Earlier that day, I boasted almost competitively "Haha! It would be funny if Friday the 13th fucked up on Friday the 13th!!". This was the last thing I said before I pushed a loose button into the correct positioning. The light discharged a soft pop and my torso was showered with sparks. I couldn't believe it. A showing with a decent amount of people had just been cursed to be canceled. Or had it? Working with the manager, we decided to switch it to the already faulty theater 2 since the last showing of Pink Panther 2 had been canceled. Rethreading the projector, I had my doubts. Keep in mind, the projector screwed up not too long ago. Starting it in 2 was a death trap but we went ahead anyways.
Number 2 went fine, for 20 minutes that is. While attempting to fix the bulb in projector number 1, I brought up the fact that I screened Friday the 13th in theater 2 previously and that might explain the misfortune. I laughed and sighed, inexplicably, I witnessed the bulb blow in projector 2, I started cursing aloud and looked though the port glass window to see an angry crowd. Number 1 and 2 were both down for the count and we still had a print to motor through. Perplexed at the amount of anti-luck I'd experienced only through half of the day, I was sure I was to go home and drown my black cat of 15 years. As soon as all the refunds were done, wouldn't you know it, number 1 kicked back on. After troubleshooting both projectors, both had little to no errors. Now, I have skipped over many parts of the day but know this - Friday the 13th is now a day I fear. Bubble wrap seems to be a good choice for clothing on this day.
This isn't so much an article displaying literary academia but a confession of someone who focuses on Cryptozoology and has finally been swayed by the effects of superstition and the likes. I realize that every projector that the print of Friday the 13th has touched has become defunct. This isn't some bizarre effect of possession but a true form of "jinxing" something. I refuse to ever work a Friday the 13th ever again and this event has made a scared man of me. It could be mere coincidence but I enjoy harvesting feelings of fear and cowardice. I'd never let something so bold go to waste. Plainly, this movie's fucking evil.