This is what I thought about while the goose was getting fat. The thought is if those are the first words out of your mouth in a given month the month will be good. It's a superstition I aquired in college. I'll get some credit.
Superstition is a funny thing.
The words that leave my mouth have absolutely no bearing on traffic density but at some level I must believe they do or else I'd not fear commenting. I carry a magic rock when I fly. Therein must lie superstition's key. In many things attempted comfort means plenty. To follow a superstition may just relax you enough to perform better or enjoy something more.