Timing is Everything - Part 94173.....

This story would mean a lot more if it were told by our front office secretary. But I'll do my best to relate the events as she told them to me.

Two guys came into the front office today.

Guy #1 - "Is there someone here, one of your teachers, who rides a bike and leaves from here sometimes?"

Secretary - "Yes sir."

Guy #1 - "I wonder if he would like a riding partner."

Secretary - "I don't know. But SHE does ride from here in the afternoons."

Guy #1 - "Here's my business card. Give it to him and ask him to give me a call if he'd like someone to ride with sometime."

Secretary - "Okay. I'll give it to HER."

Guy #1 leaves the office, and the secretary turns to Guy #2.

Secretary - "May I help you?"

Guy #2 - "Yeah, can you give this to [Bragger]?" as he hands her my phone charger.

Yep, it was Hubby.

Now hear me when I say that Hubby has been in our building, counting today, a grand total of TWO times. Normally I keep a phone charger in my school bag, and normally I wouldn't have been concerned that my phone went completely dead. But for some bone-headed reason I took my spare charger home with me, and I don't like being without a cell phone when I'm riding my bike home. I CAN change a flat tire, but honestly it's just quicker to call someone to come get me. Since Hubby plays golf very near our school, I asked him to drop the phone charger by on his way.

What are the odds?

I mean, first of all what are the odds that some random guy goes into a SCHOOL and asks about someone he has seen maybe ONCE leaving the school on a bike? He couldn't have seen me too many times, if he thought I was a MAN. (I'm not quite through being pissed off about that, either.)

And what are the odds that he would appear at the SAME EXACT TIME as Hubby on his second visit to our school EVER?

While you're busy calculating those odds, I'll give you an easy one.

What are the odds that, standing three feet away, Hubby will MISS THE ENTIRE CONVERSATION?

I'm glad he's on his toes, just in case this dude turns out to be a stalker or something. I'm just sayin'...

Life is All About Timing....

....and most of the time mine isn't great.

Take today, for example.

While this isn't a TRAGIC event and normally wouldn't even appear on the radar of life, it is worth noting. Besides, it's excellent blogger fodder.

Let me set the stage for you, because that will make this blog post even longer than it needs to be.

Hey, give me a break...I'm just home from a gymnastics meet, and you COULD be reading about THAT. (And probably will tomorrow, so don't let that breath you're holding escape too soon.)

Katydid and I were planning to leave for the meet at around 1:45, so I had PUH-LENTY of time this morning to get some things accomplished. Instead, I sat around and crocheted, surfed the Internet, and dozed. (I've GOT to teach that dog to recognize numbers and train him that if it's Saturday, the get-up time should NOT start with a "5".)

Then at 12:00, when I should have started getting ready, I decided to go walk in the park. It was a nice day and I hadn't exercised today, so I took Gus and we walked. The long route.

I had my music playing on my iPhone, and I promise I'm getting to the point of this blog post.

I don't have THAT many songs on my iPhone...fewer than 100, I would guess. And I had it set on "shuffle," which I'm guessing means that the songs play in some kind of RANDOM order. (Is that an oxymoron? I think so.)

I'm no statistician, so I can't give you a good estimate of the odds of any particular song playing on my iPhone at any given moment on an hour-long walk through the park.

However, knowing the kind of luck I have, and the fact that irony follows me around like a piece of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my shoe after using a public restroom, I should have been able to predict with some certainty that if I ran into one of my students (and two of his friends) as my walk was ending...

...the song that would show up and play randomly on my iPhone while we were talking would be the Jimmy Buffett song with the lyrics, "Why don't we get drunk and screw?"

I don't even LIKE that song that much.