Setting: A sunny afternoon in a cozy apartment in Seville, Spain. Miguel, a science teacher, is visiting his childhood friend Carlos, an aspiring flamenco guitarist known for his quirky beliefs. A hat lies innocently on the bed. Tension brews.
Carlos (entering the room and suddenly gasping):
¡Ay, Dios mío! Miguel, ¿qué has hecho? Why is your hat on my bed?!
Miguel (smirking, sipping coffee):
Relax, Carlos. It’s just a hat. It’s not a bomb.
Carlos (rushing over, snatching the hat and brushing it off dramatically):
You don’t just put a hat on a bed, Miguel! That brings mala suerte — bad luck! Everyone knows that!
Miguel:
Seriously? You’re telling me the universe is going to rearrange itself because my Zara hat touched your bedsheets?
Carlos (dead serious):
Zara or not, a hat on a bed is a cosmic invitation for disaster. It’s one of the oldest rules my abuelita taught me. One time, my cousin Pablo put his fedora on the guest bed at her house, and the next day he tripped over a churro cart. A churro cart, Miguel!
Miguel (laughing):
That sounds like karma for wearing a fedora, not a hat curse.
Carlos (narrowing his eyes):
You mock it, but tell me — have you ever placed a hat on your own bed?
Miguel:
Yes. Many times. And look — still alive, still teaching physics, still waiting for my string of bad luck to start.
Carlos:
But that’s the problem! You won’t know the damage it causes until it’s too late. It’s subtle — missed buses, forgotten keys, burnt toast…
Miguel:
So you’re saying all of life’s minor inconveniences are due to… hat placement?
Carlos:
Exactly!
Miguel:
Carlos, come on. There’s no scientific evidence to support this. Superstitions like this one are often rooted in old, outdated beliefs. Back in the day, hats were dirty — full of lice and sweat — and beds were sacred spaces. People avoided mixing the two for hygiene, not for luck. It’s like how some people knock on wood or avoid black cats. It’s cultural, not causal.
Carlos:
Oh sure, Mr. Science Man. Next you’ll say my lucky socks don’t help Real Betis win.
Miguel:
They don’t, but that’s a separate intervention. Listen, I get it — superstitions can be comforting. They give us a sense of control in a chaotic world. But sometimes, they also cause unnecessary fear. You nearly had a meltdown over a hat!
Carlos (grumbling):
Well, it’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who broke a guitar string the day after putting a hat on your bed. Coincidence? I think not.
Miguel:
Okay, I’ll humor you. Let’s say tomorrow, I put my hat on your bed again, and nothing bad happens. Will you reconsider?
Carlos:
No! Because that just means the bad luck is gathering… waiting… like a flamenco dancer in the shadows.
Miguel:
Dramatic much?
Carlos:
Hey, I live with passion. You live with equations.
Miguel:
Fair. But how about this — I’ll stop putting my hat on your bed out of respect for you, not because I believe it’s cursed. Deal?
Carlos (softening):
Deal. And I promise not to lecture you about the energy of lemons in your fridge.
Miguel:
Wait — what about lemons?
Carlos (grinning mischievously):
Ah, that’s another story. Let’s just say… never store them next to onions.
Miguel:
You’re exhausting.
Carlos:
And you’re boring. But that’s why we’re friends.
[They clink their coffee mugs. The hat, now safely on a chair, watches from the corner — quietly, ominously… or not.]
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