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Lucky Donuts

Friends,
Happy Friday the 13th. I don’t consider myself a superstitious man, although I find the whole idea of mysterious supernatural powers whimsically meddling in human affairs intriguing. Is today an unlucky day? Perhaps. I’ve heard the numeral thirteen’s bad reputation comes from the number of folks present at the last supper (and we all know how that evening ended). You could also blame it on adolescent children. They officially become teenagers at 13 (making it quite the auspicious age). Also, if you consider Sunday the first day of the week, Friday is the thirteenth day in a fortnight. No wonder today has become the lynchpin of superstition. And while I don’t ascribe any weight to this notion, I can’t help but notice that as I’m crafting this note my computer has decided I need to shut down all my open windows and race the clock (on account of a forced reboot). I look up and notice the dial has another ominous number on it. Coincidence? You tell me.



Of course, thirteen is also a baker’s dozen (one can hardly consider an extra donut unlucky). This morning I decided to mix-it-up a tad and bring-in a dozen and a half Dunkin’ Donuts. So come and grab one. I think it’s your lucky day.
Happy Friday!

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