Pure coincidence. OR WAS IT???
Monday, I was kicked back in the La-Z-Boy, watching Dog the Bounty Hunter from 2005, looking through the mail before lunch. I hate getting caught up in those shows. I have to watch until the end to see what happens, then get away quick, before the next one starts.
I'd put the mail into four stacks. Bills (landline and Farmer H's doctor's office). Trash (mail order catalogs and election propaganda). Christmas (mail order catalogs with an item that looks promising). And Free Money. Only this time, it was not casino free money, but a rebate check from Lowe's on something Farmer H bought, either paint or sealant, for his Freight Container Garage.
It was only $10, but that's $10 I'm getting MY hooks into if I see in the checkbook that Farmer H bought something from Lowe's last month! I'll not have him squandering household money on that folly. Not since we footed the bill for the freight containers, trusses, metal roofing, and the car lift thingy that he can't even get to because of his hoard. The beautification of the functional structure is on him. He can use his Storage Unit Fortune for that.
Anyhoo...I'd picked up the mail as I returned from mailing The Pony and Genius their Halloween packages. I know it's early, but The Pony's might take 10 days like a regular letter! And I didn't want to make a separate trip for Genius.
The credits for Dog the Bounty Hunter started to roll. It couldn't hurt just to see their next bail-jumper. I was thinking about how maybe I should send The Pony a text to say his package was at the mercy of the postal service. Heh, heh! So he'd be on the lookout for a notice to pick it up. It was a couple minutes after 2:00, and I couldn't remember his exact Monday schedule. I decided to wait, since he might be in class. Just then, my phone chimed.
I knew it couldn't be The Pony, because it didn't have the vibration of a text. Just an email. I picked up the phone, and saw that it was an email from the University of Oklahoma. Which is, of course, The Pony's college. The message?
"All New: 31% OFF the treats that make Halloween special!"
It was an offer for sending a holiday care package, which I used when The Pony lived in the dorms, but don't go through that service now, because the packages can't be delivered to The Pony's apartment.
Yeah. Another coincidence. Not gmail reading my mind...
2 comments:
I have similar coincidences reading things in the paper or seeing odd bits on TV that make me think someone in media is reading my blog. and then of course there's email and advertisements online that also relate to what I wrote.
I'm pretty sure we all have someone or a few someones keeping tabs on us bloggers.
River,
Yeah, it's nothing like the good old days, when you could have a thought without feeling spied on!
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