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Eleven-eleven
I hate this day. Friday the Thirteenth? I laugh at it, but November Eleventh? *shudders*
I'm what is known as an Elevener, meaning I see eleven-eleven all the time, whether it's on the clock, the calendar, in phone numbers, addresses, license plates...Heck, I even hear it all over. Familiar with the song Konstantine? "I always catch the clock/It's 11:11" Yeah.
The funny thing is, I go to great lengths to avoid seeing the clock at 11:11, so the number sneaks up on me in devious ways. I wish I could have seen the look on my face one day at Walmart when my change was $11.11. I once owed $11.11 on an Avon order, and I made the check out for $11.12. Seriously. I couldn't face it in my check register. My icon is from an actual photo I took during an excursion with my mother. *sighs*
I could go on and on, but I won't bore you with my blather. Do any of you have an eleven-eleven story to share?