Scene: A cozy kitchen in Stuttgart. Lena is preparing spaghetti while Anja sets the table. A salt shaker accidentally tips over, spilling salt all over the counter.
Anja (gasps loudly):
Oh no, Lena! You spilled the salt! Quick—throw some over your left shoulder before the universe notices!
Lena (laughing):
The universe? Anja, I think the universe has bigger problems than my sodium spillage.
Anja (grabbing a pinch of salt and trying to hand it to Lena):
I’m serious! Left shoulder, not the right. That’s where the bad spirits sneak in.
Lena (humoring her, tosses it casually behind her):
There. Are the demons banished now?
Anja (sighs with relief):
Better safe than sorry. I mean, last time I didn’t do it, my cousin Klaus called me an hour later to say he’d accidentally shaved off one eyebrow. Coincidence? I think not.
Lena (raising an eyebrow):
That sounds more like Klaus needs a lesson in mirror orientation, not a spiritual intervention.
Anja:
You always mock me! But salt’s been a symbol of protection for centuries. The Romans paid their soldiers in it. They didn’t waste it… unless something bad needed warding off.
Lena:
True, the word salary even comes from salarium, but they weren’t throwing it at invisible spirits. They were trading it for goods—not ghost insurance.
Anja (grinning):
Still! Every culture has these signs. It’s not just salt—black cats, broken mirrors, walking under ladders…
Lena:
Right. And most of them have perfectly boring explanations. Ladders, for example? Triangles were sacred to Egyptians. Breaking the triangle shape by walking under it was a spiritual faux pas. That doesn’t mean gravity takes offense if I ignore ancient geometry.
Anja:
But don’t you ever get a weird feeling when something “off” happens? Like when I forgot to throw salt that one time and got stuck in traffic for three hours?
Lena:
Anja. You live in Munich. Getting stuck in traffic is less of a curse and more of a Tuesday.
Anja (laughs):
Okay, fair point. But you have to admit, there’s comfort in rituals. They make us feel in control when life throws weird things at us.
Lena (softens):
That I get. Rituals are calming—like my morning coffee, or my dad always knocking twice on wood before exams. But I think the power is in the habit, not the magic.
Anja:
Maybe… but wouldn’t you rather just toss a little salt and have peace of mind?
Lena (smiling):
Fine, fine. I’ll toss salt if it makes you happy. But can I do it scientifically? Like… throw it with Newtonian precision and measure the angle of deflection?
Anja (laughs out loud):
Only if the salt lands on a spirit’s head with exactly 9.8 meters per second squared.
Lena:
Deal. But next time I drop pepper, don’t ask me to sneeze over my shoulder.
Anja (winking):
Only if you want to avoid an argument with your boss next week.
Lena:
Great. Now my career hinges on seasoning mishaps.
Narrator’s Note:
In this kitchen, science and superstition stir in the same pot—one adds logic, the other adds spice. And somehow, the spaghetti still comes out perfect.
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