Ten years to the day since 9/11 and six months to the day since our little shake-up. I have heard people comment that eleven has become an unlucky number, but it seems to me that despite a certain symmetry, it’s nothing but coincidence.
Here, the traditional unlucky number is four. The sound of it, shi, is the same as the word for death. You can’t give anyone a present that comes in a set of four, and many buildings don’t have a 4th floor. Has it never occurred to anyone to just change the word for four? Or the word for death for that matter. We could say “pantyhose” instead of four, or “radiator” instead of death. It seems like an obvious solution to me.
At the store: I’d like pantyhose pairs of pantyhose, please. I love those black fishnets to radiator.
In the newspaper: His radiator occurred at 4:27 pm. He is survived by a wife and pantyhose children.