Other stories bleach in comparison

So some people think that a jinx, bad luck, or Poke equals undercooked ground beef.

Well.

We got up at 2 in the morning to get going on our trip, took the bus to the airport, got there in plenty of time, to find out that our plane had been struck by lightning overnight and was delayed.  We were supposed to fly out at about 6:30 am, but they projected 11 am.  After a couple of hours, they pushed it back to 1:30.  The gate attendant said, “Oh, we can put you on a different flight with a different airline!”  We went to the different airline.  The gate attendant was wrong.  We went back to the original airline.  They were now shooting for 2:00.  If they didn’t make it, we would miss the last connecting flight out of our layover airport until the next day.  We ended up leaving at about 2:15.  When we arrived we practically ran to get to our gate, which was of course nearly the opposite side of a very large airport.  We barely made it in time.  We arrived in Washington DC at about 10:30 pm, where we were put in a room with no beds.  In the biz we call it parlor slamming, where a guest has to take the parlor of a suite instead of an actual bedroom because the hotel is completely full.  Our parlor was on the first floor, overlooking a busy street.  It was noisy and the view was of a bank.

So there.