On our walk tonight Hubby Tony and I were chatting about bad luck occurrences on our respective Friday the 13ths. (Fortunately, neither one of us had any issues.) After that we segued into a general discussion of the day/date combination.
After I got home I decided to do a little bit of research about Friday the 13th. I poked around the internet and came upon Fearof.net, where I learned that some people have phobias about the day. The phobia has two names, both of which piggyback off the more general Triskaidekaphobia (fear of the number 13). One is Paraskevidekatriaphobia (after Paraskevi, the Greek word for Friday). The other is Friggatriskaidekaphobia (after Frigg, the Norse goddess that Friday is named for).
Thank goodness I have neither, although today I made sure to look both ways when I crossed streets and gave the ladder in the middle of the TV department at Costco a wide berth. Better to be safe than sorry.