Huh.

This morning, as I was waiting in the car rider line at my daughter’s school to drop her off, I heard this on the radio:

“Rumors abound that gas prices are about to spike. They could go as high as $5.00/gallon at 8:42.”

Shit. I looked at the clock in my car. It was 8:31. Could I make it to the station by 8:42? I really didn’t want to pay $5/gallon for gas this weekend.

Right after dropping her off, I sped off to the station and arrived there just in time: 8:40.

As I was pumping gas, I thought, “It’s really weird that gas prices are going to spike at exactly 8:42 this morning. Really weird.”

Really weird.

Huh.

At that moment I realized THIS was what I’d heard on the radio:

“Rumors abound that gas prices are about to spike. They could go as high as $5.00/gallon. [Story] at 8:42.”

Yeah. It’s been that kind of morning.