If you’re gonna fly today, you gotta get over your paraskevidekatriaphobia.
That’s not fear of flying. That’s the irrational fear of Friday the 13th, a day without a clear origin of why it’s so terrifying, beyond some vague allusions to the Last Supper and a few early 20th-century books. Let’s assuage those jitters. Today, on Friday the 13th, a flight 666 from Copenhagen to Helsinki (HEL) landed safely and without incident. To really stick to the unlucky numerology, the plane was also 13 years old.
“It has been quite a joke among the pilots,” said the Finnair pilot Juha-Pekka Keidasto. “I'm not a superstitious man. It's only a coincidence for me. If there's some passenger who is anxious about this 666, our cabin crew is always happy to help them.”
Be warned: The next Finnair 666 flight on a Friday the 13th lands in (scary!) October. Which might also deliver out a little samhainophobia.