666: The Number of the Beast, Not the High School Track Team
True story: towards the end of the summer I went to get some ice cream with a friend at one of those places where you put all your own shit in the cup and then they weigh it and charge you based on that weight. My total came to $6.66. “My ice cream is evil!” I chuckled. The cashier — seriously, I’m not making this up! — immediately offered to subtract a cent from the cost so it would be $6.65. “Nah,” I told him. “I work in metal music. It’s a good omen.”
Not everyone would agree with me, obviously.
From Metal Injection:
“Whitley County High School junior Codie Thacker was assigned the number [666] and immediately requested a change. She and her coach asked three separate officials for a different number and her request was turned down. Having to choose between running the race and ‘risking [her] relationship with God,’ Codie chose God and dropped out of the race.”
Well, that’s just about the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. (It also implies that Codie Thacker either thinks God is a total dick who would punish her for something that was beyond her control, or that God was trying to send her a message not to run in the race. Either way…) That being said, it does make me wish I was Thacker’s classmate at high school, because she just provided everyone with the best possible manner in which to manipulate and prank her. First order of business: writing “666” on as many of her possessions as possible. If there were any way to ensure that she utilized something bearing The Number of the Beast without realizing it ’til later, that would be especially funny. “Hey Codie, did you look closely at the pencil I leant you before math class? You didn’t? Well guess what, bitch? SATAN HELPED YOU WITH TODAY’S POP QUIZ! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Whitley County is in Kentucky, by the way, so good for Thacker and her coach for taking a stand against their state’s stereotype as a home for ignorant rednecks.
Here’s a TV news report about this ridiculousness:
