Whenever anyone mentions superstition, my mother pipes up with "I once won 500 dollars on Friday the 13th so it's always been a lucky day for me!" I haven't got the heart to tell her "no, it's only been lucky for you that once".
I wasn't really worried about the prospect of a Friday the 13th flight home and ending up in the 13th row didn't faze me much either. From where I sat, I could tell that the snakes had been safely quarantined with their expense accounts in First Class so all I really had to contend with was a brigade of squalling babies. After climbing into the overhead bin and getting comfortable, it was pretty smooth sailing the rest of the way.
I've now added London to the list of places I would enjoy living if I were to become wealthy. The overhead bins? They're not on that list.