Superstitious baloney like black cats crossing your path or walking under a ladder. Its what grandma used to tell us..
I do not believe in bad signs. And therefore I react calmly to the black ones, on Fridays and on the stairs. I do not believe in this rubbish
I, too, do not believe in all this nonsense, but even when a black cat runs across the road, something inside of me still contracts. Apparently not everything is as I would like to see in reality.But in order not to jinx, my wife was born on the 13th, and considers this day to be happy for herself.