How Convenient

Lately, Scott and I have been noticing a lot of “convenient coincidences.” 

It began with another trip to Sonic to pick up a chocolate malt (after 8 and at half price of course). We’ve been at least six times this summer, and only once have they remembered to charge us the half price. Of course, we remind them once they claim the malt costs anything over $2, and they say, “Oh yeah, sorry--I forgot.” I am suspicious about this because guess what--the half-off deal has been going on all summer, and it is August...

Here's another: I sold the speakers I won at the Marriott School to some woman who came all the way from Spanish Fork to pick them up.  When she got to my house she told me that the bank would only give her $70 instead of the $75 we'd agreed to over the phone.  How convenient. By the way, If your bank is only willing to give you 70 bucks, I don't think you should be buying Bose speakers...  

Another: Whenever I ask Scott to do something, about 90% of the time, he says he needs to go to the bathroom first.  It's happened too many times to be coincidence.  In his defense, I am guilty of making excuses also.  The last five times Scott has asked if I wanted to do p90x, I happened to have a really bad toothache...which prevents me from doing just about anything I don't want to do.