Omphalophobia the fear of the bellybutton

People suffering from Omphalophobia are terrified of belly buttons- their own or, in some cases, those of the others. They do not like touching their navel (or even other people touching it). Sometimes the mere sight of the belly button is enough to make them feel disgusted or terrified.

Omphalophobia | Fear of Belly Buttons
Omphalophobia- Fear of belly buttons

Gaze deep into the darkness of the hole, and be afraid!

Those with this phobia are typically terrified of both touching and even looking at a bellybutton.

Even more horrific for them, would be having their own bellybutton touched.

I myself flinch a little when either I or someone else pokes around there, but only because my navel area is pretty sensitive for some reason. It doesn’t scare me.

Man Struck by Lightning Hours After Buying Lottery Tickets

In real life the old saying that a gambler is more likely to be struck down from the sky than win the jackpot. A Kansas man was struck by lightning hours after buying three Mega Millions lottery tickets .

The odds of winning the Powerball jackpot are stacked against you
Getting hit by lightning is almost 4 times more likely than winning the lottery

Bill Isles, 48, bought three lottery tickets in the record $656 million lottery at a Wichita, Kansas grocery store.

On the way to his car, Isles said he commented to a friend: “I’ve got a better chance of getting struck by lightning” than winning the lottery.

Later at about 9:30 p.m., Isles was standing in the back yard of his Wichita duplex, when he saw a flash and heard a boom — lightning.

“It threw me to the ground quivering,” Isles said in a telephone interview on Saturday. “It kind of scrambled my brain and gave me an irregular heartbeat.”
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Isles, a volunteer weather spotter for the National Weather Service, had his portable ham radio with him because he was checking the skies for storm activity. He crawled on the ground to get the radio, which had been thrown from his hand.

Isles had been talking to other spotters on the radio and called in about the lightning strike. One of the spotters, a local television station intern, called 911. Isles was taken by ambulance to a hospital and kept overnight for observation.

Isles said doctors wanted to make sure his heartbeat was back to normal. He suffered no burns or other physical effects from the strike, which he said could have been worse because his yard has a power line pole and wires overhead.

“But for the grace of God, I would have been dead,” Isles said. “It was not a direct strike.”

Isles said he had someone buy him ten more lottery tickets to the Mega Millions lottery on Friday night. While one of the three winning tickets was sold in Kansas, Isles was not a winner.

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  • Give birth to quadruplets, even without the help of fertility treatments – (1 in 729,000)

  • Be killed by an asteroid strike (1 in 700,000)

  • Being an American billionaire (1 in 575,097)

  • Be killed by a lightning strike – (1 in 164,968)

  • Die by drowning (1 in 1,113)

  • Be struck by lightning, while drowning (1 in 183 million)

  • The odds of winning lottery are 1 in 292 million

A policeman promised a waitress half the lottery winnings

Phyllis Penzo was a waitress at Sal’s Pizzeria in Yonkers, New York, for twenty-four years. During that long tenure, she saw nice customers, difficult customers, generous tippers, and skinflints. But Robert Cunningham, a police detective from nearby Dobbs Ferry, was in a class by himself. Cunningham gave Penzo a tip of $142,857.50 a year for twenty years.

Waitress Gets a Tip to Remember
Not just the fanciful plot of the Nicolas Cage movie It Could Happen To You

Cunningham, a thirty-year police veteran, was a regular diner at Sal’s, where he liked to order linguine with clam sauce and maintain a steady flow of banter with Penzo, other employees, and regular customers. True to his lighthearted style, Cunningham was making a sort of joke on Friday evening, March 30, 1984, when he offered his favorite waitress an unusual tip: a half-interest in a lottery ticket. Each picked three of the six numbers; Cunningham walked across the street and bought their ticket.

Penzo laughed, then forgot the incident until the next night, when the detective walked into Sal’s Pizzeria after work with the winning lottery ticket triumphantly clutched in his hand. It was worth six million dollars: three million for each of them. Cunningham, who ordinarily might have left a couple of dollars on the restaurant table, had no regrets about splitting the prize. After all, he says, Penzo helped pick the winning