On the eve of the Canadian election in 2015, my wife was at the Fredericton airport, checking her bag, before her flight back to Toronto. Off to one side, she noticed a small gathering of people. The person at the ticket counter told her that they were preparing to meet with Prime Minister Stephen Harper.
Susan expressed an interest in meeting him, too, and she was told to join the queue.
Long story, short, she got to meet him, and this picture was taken by the Conservative Party photographer.
The next day, Harper lost the election to Justin Trudeau. Did she jinx him?
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My diary note for August 10, 2015: “In my dream last night, I helped Stephen Harper ‘fall’.”
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