Background – Yesterday I bought a small folding bookcase for $59.99 and, after getting it home, liked it enough to want two more for another area
in the house. I went online because I
figured such a common bookcase could certainly be found for less than $50 bucks
with all the sites to choose from. After
searching at least ten sites for the exact same bookcase, I came to the
conclusion that $59.99 was the lowest price I was going to find and laughed at
myself for making such a fuss over a sum of twenty odd dollars or so; but I was
stilled bummed about my failure to hit the “goal price”. I sucked it up and headed back to the store
to purchase two more bookcases and relinquish my twenty odd dollars.
S.C.O.U.T. – I had gotten my bookcase at the back of the store, but there
were none left in that spot. The clerk
told me that they had a few more up front and I headed off to find them. The bookcases I located in the front window
of the store were marked with a sign that read “$49.99” and I immediately
jumped for joy at my good luck! I would
indeed get my bookcase for the price I had been so determined to find.
As I filled the cashier in on my story and my apparent “good
luck”, she suddenly lifted her head from her clicking and her clacking and
informed me that the price wasn’t coming up in the register. These bookcases were $59.99. We called the manager over and she quickly
figured out the problem. The $49.99 sale
on these bookcases had ended yesterday and the sale sign hadn’t been taken
down! She gave me the sale price and
destroyed the sign. What uncanny timing!!
Another case of “ask and ye shall receive”? I don’t know…I’ve asked for a lot of things
that I haven’t gotten (yet); although I have a sneaking suspicion that God, the
universe and “the powers that be” know me better than I know myself and that I
get the things I’m supposed to get, the things that really feed my inner
happiness. Justification? Reaching?
Maybe. Maybe these things really
are just coincidences, the problem is that when it happens that little tingle running down your spine makes it feel anything but coincidental. My goofy dog
Scout says he knows me better than I know myself and that the “real me” really
wants to give him that big bag of “Bacon Bits” in the fridge. Sigh,
typical.
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