I flew to Shanghai from Hanoi last week on Vietnam Airlines. My seat was in Row 14, but I nearly kicked a passenger out of Row 15 because Row 13 didn’t exist and Row 14 followed Row 12. Apart from disturbing the orderly boarding of rational passengers, isn’t this rather silly?
I am not sure I want to trust an airline that panders to the superstition of its passengers. In any case, if a plane with a Row 13 went down, I can’t imagine that survival rates would be much affected by row number. Rows 1 to 99 would, I am certain, be quite impartially incinerated.
Vietnam Airlines is not alone in this silly practice, but British Airways, I am glad to say, flaunts a Row 13 with pride. They place their trust, as I do, in reason and engineering.
I don’t believe in luck. I walk on the cracks in pavements, I go looking for single magpies, I urge black cats to cross the road in front of me, I spill salt and don’t throw a pinch over my shoulder, I put new shoes on the table, I walk under ladders, I open umbrellas indoors, and I break windows without anxiety. I ask for Row !3 and I look forward to Friday 13th. I court bad luck, but I don’t seem to be more afflicted by it than chance would predict.
As I remember when i was in Korea, their hotels also don’t have 13 floor also. And it all because of their perception about that number.
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Wow, you’ve almost got me but then I’ve noticed the number !3 and it has turned everything upside down.
13 is my favourite number, no matter if it comes with Friday, airplane row, house number etc