13 going on 14

My building is 24 floors. Until recently, it really has had 24 floors, numerically speaking. But as of Monday last week floor 13 was renamed 14. 14 renamed 15. 15 renamed 16 and so on. And now we have a (25) button on the elevator. It seems strange that some one would go through the trouble of changing the buttons on all 8 elevators in order to provide for the superstitious. I thought this was the age of space exploration, yoga and computer chips, but I guess were headed back to the dark ages: pulling swords out of stones to find kings, and throwing salt over the shoulders for good luck. On one hand, I look forward to this transition, perhaps health insurance systems will be simplified and I can find a new job. On the other hand, I feel like President Bush is the one who would asked building security to change the buttons on the elevators, in an effort in the war on terror. I am sure the number 13 has some al-Qaeda links, or if not al-Qaeda, then at least drug dealers. Did you know that thirteenth letter in the alphabet M. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that murder, Mohammed, and marijuana all start with this letter.