Very Superstitious
By: Lady Senie

My hands itched last night on the way home from work.  Or rather they
burned.  It was horrible; my fingers were all red and swollen and
burning...  And, as if fate were conspiring against me, the train
stopped between stops for reason or other so I couldn't get to water
for the longest time.  So I'm standing completely still, my hands
wrapped around my only support - the metal pole in front of me that
someone probably peed or vomited on the night before.  I'm trying my
best not to cry from the waves of hurt coursing through my system and
praying silently that the train will start moving soon.  Meanwhile
everyone around me is yelling about how the conductor should have
said something about the accident further up the tracks before we
left the station and pushing eachother around, trying to find more
comfortable places to stand considering that we were all packed in
like sardines.

Although it would be the easiest thing in the world to get into a
nice, long tirade about the unreliability of public transportation at
this this point, I think that people more talented and well-spoken
have taken on that fight.  Besides, strangely enough, my thoughts
turned to that age-old saying: 'itchy palms mean that money's coming
your way' during the ordeal.  The shouting and cursing everywhere
around me and the jostling kinda faded into the background as that
thought came to me.  Wasn't that the superstition meant to comfort me
while the pain seared through my hands?  That I would receive a
substantial amount of money