While my sister and I were sitting at the kitchen table talking, she mentioned that in the ten years of her life, she had never been stung by a bee. After she had said this, I told her to knock on wood. Of course, since she is my little sister, she did not listen to me. Not even ten minutes later, we went outside.
And what happens? She stepped on a bee with her bare foot and got stung.
I believe in knocking on wood.
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