Say it with me. I have never been quite sure what all the fuss is about the 666 number but then most of y’all know how religious I am…not. One time I was at the Westgate Kroger back in the day when they didn’t have any uscans and you had to schlep yourself and your groceries and your urchins through a regular checkout line. My bill totaled $66.66 and I swear the cashier jumped back a couple feet! Like ma’am, do you want to add a candy bar or some gum to make it go up just a little so it isn’t all sixes? No. I just thought it was cool that all four numbers were the same. Good poker hand, I thought, not that I have ever played poker for more than penny stakes. That was in junior high on the band bus. With the blessing of the band director, who I think might have even carried a few extra pennies for those in need. Grandroobly always supplied my pennies. Those were the days. I was pretty good too. Too bad that luck didn’t translate to slot machines.

But I’m off on a tangent. I’ve been to Hell and back, in a kayak, no less. But I didn’t go there today. I figured it would be too busy. I didn’t believe the world was gonna end today and it didn’t but, for whatever reason, it sure has been a day of angst here on the Planet and its environs. grok grok. Yeah, me ‘n’ Smokie finally had ta tie th’ ol’ witch down. grok grok. It wasn’t no fun around here taday. Better day tomorrow? Okay? Okay.

So what’s the word for fear of the number 667? Hexakosioihexekontaheptaphobia maybe?

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