My daughter, Amanda, used to be called by me "Manda", as I just really don't like the nickname "Mandy" (Barry Manilow's DOG), and she wasn't really a "Mandy" type for the most part.
I remember when she was in the upper part of grade school - 5th grade or so maybe? We had a string of incidents happen while we were eating at a particular Wendys restaurant. This would be the Army Trail Wendy's near Bloomingdale Road, for anyone who gives a rats ass.
Anyhow - at least twice or 3 times while we were eating there, there were really bad car accidents right out front of the restaurant. One time just as we left the drive-thru, a car started on fire about 1/2 a block west of the restaurant. After about 3 of these incidents, I decided the Wendys was cursed and that we were causing the traffic issues. Manda by this time was old enough not to buy into my silliness automatically, and would do the "MOMMMMM!!!!" thing. I know I must have embarassed the hell out of her, but I never did it in front of anyone else.
Well, Manda?? I've cursed a new restaurant, it appears. The last 2 times I've gone to the Baker's Square on Barrington (Dr. Nick - you might wanna go take out another gall bladder or something), there have been major traffic accidents at the stoplight right outside. I just KNOW it's me... *wink and a grin*