I think I may need a lawyer. I reached for my hand mirror when I was in the bathroom the other day and found it to be broken.
It was sitting on the washing machine – where it’s always been sitting. Facedown, like it’s always been.
What I need the lawyer for is to help me understand the seven-years-of-bad-luck rule.
Am I liable for the broken mirror? Just because I own it? Just because I own the house where it’s kept?
I have no idea when or how it was broken.
All I know for sure is that it is broken.
From what I understand about the seven-year rule there has to be an accounting. Someone is due for a stretch of bad luck.
But I don’t see why it should be me. I’ve had houseguests over the past couple of months since I last remember using the mirror. Maybe one of them broke the mirror.
Now I’m not trying to say these houseguests of mine are so mean-spirited that they actually broke the mirror intentionally. In fact, since the mirror was lying face down, maybe they aren’t even aware that they broke it.
Maybe I did break it myself— unintentionally. I certainly have no recollection of doing it though.
Backing up here a bit—some readers might have begun to doubt my story when I said that I hadn’t used it for a couple of months. That’s the honest truth!
As I recall, the last time I used it was to get a look in behind my computer tower to see which hole the speakers should be plugged into.
I don’t spend a lot of time checking out what the back of my head looks like—I figure that people can just accept me as I am. I’m trying to think positive here and move ahead with my life—what the back of my head looks like is past history so to speak.
So the mirror is broken—and I can’t pin it on any one particular person; and I’m certainly not going to cop to the crime. I figure why should I have to do the seven years?
Maybe I can put it on one of the cats. Perhaps one of them jumped up on the washing machine and did some kind of ninja move straight up to the ceiling and then down onto the mirror with such force that the darn thing broke.
I figure the cat could probably handle doing the time easier than I can anyhow—after all they’ve got nine lives right?
I tried a couple of other ways to get a quick answer to my liability question. Googled the law books – but they don’t have anything on the seven-year mirror rule.
I even poked around in Snopes.com—a website devoted to the confirmation debunking of urban legends. Because, when you really think about it, the whole idea of seven-years of misfortune for breaking a mirror does sound more of an urban legend than not.
So I’ve decided to blame the laundry fairy for the mirror. I haven’t actually seen much of the laundry fairy for almost a year now—but they used to appear all the time when Special K was around (I think they were close friends). They were always known to be hanging around the washing machine too.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.