“Don’t do that! It’s bad luck!” Alice said.
“I don’t believe in bad luck,” Jared snapped back.
Alice laughed, “Do you think saying that means anything? If something’s true, it’s still true whether you believe it or not”
“Like stepping on a crack or opening an umbrella in the house?”
“Ok, some things seem stupid. Maybe they’re different for different people. But definitely walking under a ladder is bad luck.”
“I don’t know, but it’s been considered bad luck for a very long time.”
“Because... something could fall on you from the top of the ladder? Something could fall on you when you’re walking under the sky? You don’t need a ladder, it’s just fate!”
“You could bump the ladder and knock it over?”
“How careless am I?”
“Anyway, I don’t think it’s something actually from the ladder. It’s just a sign that you’re going to have bad luck.”
“Pffft,” Jared said. “Ok, let’s make a bet. Ten bucks if something ‘unlucky’ happens to me in the next twelve hours, ten to me from you, if not.”
“I don’t think there’s a time limit on luck... but, it’s a deal,” Alice said walking back to the paint supplies.
Just then someone in one of the upper apartments knocked a bucket of soapy water over the balcony railing. She caught the bucket, but the water all spilled out. It splashed down on Jared’s head, missing Alice completely.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” a woman yelled. “I knocked it over while I was working! Are you alright?”
“Fine,” said Jared, dripping. “Though, ten dollars poorer than I was five minutes ago.”
Alice couldn’t stop laughing.