UPDATE: I’ve since created a separate blog solely dedicated to this fine number 337. You can check out my recent sightings here.
It’s time to come clean on something kind of funny and eerie! I’m not the superstitious type, but ever since my days in college the number 337 has followed me everywhere. No matter where I go, what I do, or whatever, the damn number haunts me to no end. I’m optimistic that it represents something positive (hopefully my future salary with three zeros at the end of it), but I can’t tell you how anxious I am to find out what it really means. BTW, I’ve since passed it on to Kelly (your welcome babe!).
It all started with my friend Leighton and the days of pagers (remembers those gizmos?). While attending the University of Hawaii at Manoa, we all had pagers and had special codes to signify who was paging. My code was “178” which looked like N8 or Nate. Well, Leighton’s pager happened code happened to be “337” or Lee upside down. That was cool…
…until we moved into apartment C337 at Hale Noelani at UH for a year. That was a bit creepy but I passed it off as a random incident since it was really only my second run in with The Number. We had good times there, nothing crazy happened, and life went on. But then strange things started to happen.
- Everytime I randomly looked at the clock on the wall at the library, at my job, in the car…the time just happened to be 3:37.
- When going to the grocery store, I’d always pick up the ground beef or pork that happened to be $3.37.
- Driving in my car, you can probably guess what I’m about to say. Yep, on several dozen occasions the car in front of me just happened to have a license place with the number 337. See photos below!
But the incident that put it over the top was when Kelly’s brother Jon moved into the Noelani apartment complex at UH years after I graduated and ended up in the same room I had when I was there…C337!! WTF?
As I mentioned earlier, I’ve since passed it on to Kelly, we continue to pick up ground beef, look at the clock, and follow cars that have 337 connected to it. Heck, I think I’ve even passed it along to my other family and friends (as evidenced in the photo above).
Is anyone else out there “cursed” by the number 337? If so, I’d love to hear about your experiences…good and bad.