So last week, the shooting at the IHOP in Carson City was 3 miles from my parents house. The man that shot everybody had been in my dad's office a few days before screaming about his property taxes (my dad is the treasurer) because his house was being foreclosed on. Not that I'm glad that the guy shot up a restaurant, but I'm so glad it didn't happen in my dad's office.
Then, yesterday, the horrible crash at the air races. My brother's company had box seats and he'd been there every day of the races so far. Yesterday they gave their box seats to local firemen. The plane crashed either into their box, or right next to it...we're not sure yet. So upsetting, yet we feel so lucky that he wasn't there.
Anyway, I'm glad I'm not superstitious or we'd be waiting for bad thing #3 to happen.