Chapitre 216: Deciding to Hang Around

The police officers that I worked with back on Earth always seemed to be a ridiculously superstitious lot, and I never understood it. They would lose their minds if anyone said that something was easy or a slow shift or that it was a quiet night. It was as if they thought that simply by saying those words, all hell would break loose.

I had heard that doctors and nurses were similar, but I had always wondered why such highly educated people would actively believe in superstition. It was nothing more than sheer stupidity.

But now, I stand corrected, or more like hang corrected. My belief that things would go smoothly resulted in all hell breaking loose. I am saying this here and now: I will never again so much as think those words when I am trying to hunt down the Easter Bunny.

But maybe I should start at the beginning.