Tuesday the 13th is considered an unlucky day; avoid marrying, traveling, or leaving the house on this day

[Scene: A cozy café in Seville. The two friends sit at a table near the window, sipping café con leche and eating tostadas with tomato.]

Lucía:
(checking her phone, eyes wide)
¡Ay no! It’s Tuesday the 13th. I shouldn’t have come out today. This is exactly how accidents happen.

Sofía:
Lucía… You came out to meet me for coffee, not go base jumping. What do you think is going to happen? A piano will fall from the sky?

Lucía:
Laughs nervously
Don’t joke! That’s exactly the kind of thing that happens. My aunt Carmen once slipped on a mango on Tuesday the 13th and broke her wrist. A mango, Sofía. In November!

Sofía:
Okay, that’s bizarre — but also extremely specific. Did she slip because it was Tuesday the 13th, or because someone left fruit on the sidewalk?

Lucía:
You don’t understand. It’s not just that one incident. Bad things always happen on this day. People avoid getting married, flying, even buying electronics. There’s a reason for that!

Sofía:
There’s also a reason people used to think the Earth was flat. Doesn’t mean it was. Superstitions stick because they’re catchy, not because they’re true.

Lucía:
But how do you explain that I missed my train, had a nosebleed, and lost my earring the last time it was Tuesday the 13th?

Sofía:
Easy. You woke up late, the air was dry, and your earring probably fell off because you were tugging at your scarf. Correlation isn’t causation.

Lucía:
Sounds suspiciously like the kind of thing someone cursed would say.

Sofía:
grins
Or someone who passed high school science.

Lucía:
Oh come on, even you knock on wood sometimes.

Sofía:
That’s social habit, not belief. Like saying “bless you” when someone sneezes. I don’t think it wards off demons. I’m just being polite!

Lucía:
But why Tuesday and the 13th? That’s not just coincidence. In Spain and Latin America, it’s practically sacred.

Sofía:
Because Mars — the god of war — is associated with Tuesday in Latin tradition. And 13 has a long history of being the odd one out. Combine both, and boom — superstition cocktail. But it’s cultural, not cosmic.

Lucía:
Still. You never know. I don’t want to tempt fate.

Sofía:
If fate existed, would it really be so petty that it only operates on certain days?

Lucía:
Well… Fate has moods, maybe?

Sofía:
chuckles
Lucía, if you lived in Italy, you’d be afraid of Friday the 17th. If you lived in the U.S., it’d be Friday the 13th. It’s all geography! Bad luck doesn’t need a passport.

Lucía:
Hmm. So you’re saying it’s all… made up?

Sofía:
Pretty much. Like horoscopes. Or that one uncle who thinks drinking red wine prevents COVID.

Lucía:
smirks
Okay, that was ridiculous.

Sofía:
Exactly. Look, I get it — rituals can be comforting. But don’t let them control your life. Otherwise, Tuesday wins. And I don’t want to live in a world where Tuesday wins.

Lucía:
laughs
Okay, okay. You win. But if I trip on the way home, I’m blaming you and science.

Sofía:
Deal. But if you make it home safely, I expect a public apology… and maybe churros.

Lucía:
Fine. But I’m still not getting married on Tuesday the 13th.

Sofía:
Fair enough. Not because it’s bad luck, but because the cake shops might be closed.

[They both laugh, sipping their coffee as the rain begins to fall softly outside — not ominously, just… Tuesday-ish.]

---

End Scene.