The miracle of the Italian airplane

Bet you can't find this?

This morning I flew, at a ridiculously early hour but that's beside the point, from Italy to the Netherlands. First a quick flight from Bari to Amsterdam with Alitalia, then further with KLM from Rome. Despite the early hour, my beloved still nudged me. We were seated in row 18, but that was damn close to row 12.

And no, it wasn't because of an Averna too many yesterday after dinner.

Here's the thing. In Italy, the number 13 is not an unlucky number, but to avoid scaring off the foreign superstitious, they conveniently left it out. The real bad luck in Italy is brought by the number 17. So that row is also missing.

Funny, right?

Being pooped on by a bird actually brings good luck. Now you know that too. It's nice when a bird just relieved itself above you. Comforting.