“It’s bad luck to be superstitious.” – Andrew W. Mathis
On our drive to work on Chinese New Year…
Lisa: “Today is a day for my peoples!”
Alan: “Yes.”
Lisa: “So what would you say is the best thing that my peoples have produced?”
Alan: (Pauses momentarily.) “Barbeque pork.”
Lisa: (Laughs) “You know, a better answer would have been ‘My wife.’”
Alan: “Uhmmm.” [Now, if you are to believe Alan, his utterance was an ‘Umm Hmm’ of agreement. Personally, I thought is sounded a lot like the salivary ‘Mmmmm’ of someone who had stopped listening and was fantasizing about barbecue pork.]
Our conversation then turned to the concept of luck.
Alan: “Your peoples seem really big on luck.”
Lisa: “So what’s wrong with that?”
Alan: “Nothing. It just seems like everything revolves around superstition and luck – the colour red, the number eight, different rituals…”
Lisa: “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with wanting good fortune in your life, and wishing it to others. I’d rather have luck in my life than to not have it.”
Alan: “I suppose.”
We arrived at the front entrance of my office tower and shared a few parting words.
Lisa: “Well, have a great day at work. I would wish you a day filled with barbecue pork, but that’s not going to happen. Apparently, all I am is your lifeline to barbeque pork – and I will be stuck in the office.”
Alan: “Bye Honey. Have a lucky day!”
Gung Hei Fat Choy! Wishing you great happiness and prosperity!
