It seems as though, lately, there have been a wide variety of bizarre coincidences surrounding me. And it's not stuff I'm looking for, either--you know how sometimes people will bend facts to fit the things that supposedly happen to them? I really don't think it's that.
I shall offer an example that happened today.
I work at a Call Center. Not the most exciting thing one can do with their free time (I think that's reserved for bungee jumping, or porn), but it pays the bills nicely, and I work with some good cats. At the aforementioned Call Center, we sometimes have Theme Days, like dressing up like the 50's, or making pinatas without papier mache (no, we really did that. And yes, it's spelled "papier," so I don't wanna hear it). Today was Surf Day, where everyone who wore a Hawaiian shirt got to wear jeans, so of course I wore an Oxford, so as not too look too incredibly doofish.
Anyhoo, pal Bernie calls me today. I love hearing from Bern. He's always got something funny to say. Or he's been drinking beer, in which case everything he says is funny. If I manage to keep up with the Blog this time, you'll hear a lot more about Bernie.
Bern and I are going to Burning Man again this year--and for the first time ever, we actually have a camp theme. It's Tikiplex 12, a combination tiki bar and cinema, serving popcorn and margaritas as moviegoers partake of such classics as Ilsa: She-Wolf of the SS and The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Lining and Became Mixed-Up Zombies. I'm pumped.
Exposition complete--back to the phone call. Bernie is calling to let me know he found a bunch of leis at a Dollar Tree or something in Dallas (where he lives). They're 6 for a dollar, which beats my previous lowball of 4 for a dollar from Oriental Trading Company. This is not the strange part.
The strange part is that, as I was taking this call, I was wearing a cheap lei that was given to me when I walked into the building today. A lei that I later found out came in packages of 6.
Okay, you're saying. Big deal. You have a surf-sorta camp theme; you're having a surf day at work. Who cares?
Well, you may be right. But let's do some math, so to speak. Here are the variables:
There's more, but I'm tired. I will continue to post these strange things as they happen. I just hope I haven't upset the balance by being cognizant of what was happening around me.
I shall offer an example that happened today.
I work at a Call Center. Not the most exciting thing one can do with their free time (I think that's reserved for bungee jumping, or porn), but it pays the bills nicely, and I work with some good cats. At the aforementioned Call Center, we sometimes have Theme Days, like dressing up like the 50's, or making pinatas without papier mache (no, we really did that. And yes, it's spelled "papier," so I don't wanna hear it). Today was Surf Day, where everyone who wore a Hawaiian shirt got to wear jeans, so of course I wore an Oxford, so as not too look too incredibly doofish.
Anyhoo, pal Bernie calls me today. I love hearing from Bern. He's always got something funny to say. Or he's been drinking beer, in which case everything he says is funny. If I manage to keep up with the Blog this time, you'll hear a lot more about Bernie.
Bern and I are going to Burning Man again this year--and for the first time ever, we actually have a camp theme. It's Tikiplex 12, a combination tiki bar and cinema, serving popcorn and margaritas as moviegoers partake of such classics as Ilsa: She-Wolf of the SS and The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Lining and Became Mixed-Up Zombies. I'm pumped.
Exposition complete--back to the phone call. Bernie is calling to let me know he found a bunch of leis at a Dollar Tree or something in Dallas (where he lives). They're 6 for a dollar, which beats my previous lowball of 4 for a dollar from Oriental Trading Company. This is not the strange part.
The strange part is that, as I was taking this call, I was wearing a cheap lei that was given to me when I walked into the building today. A lei that I later found out came in packages of 6.
Okay, you're saying. Big deal. You have a surf-sorta camp theme; you're having a surf day at work. Who cares?
Well, you may be right. But let's do some math, so to speak. Here are the variables:
- We're doing a tiki-themed camp this year
- I was having a Surf Day at work on this particular date
- We did not plan for Bernie to shop that day; he just happened to have some free time
- Bernie was unaware of the Surf Day, and since I couldn't talk to him at the time and was unable to call him back, he probably still isn't
- How many companies make cheap poly leis in packages of 6?
There's more, but I'm tired. I will continue to post these strange things as they happen. I just hope I haven't upset the balance by being cognizant of what was happening around me.
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