I was discussing football with a woman at the laundramat one afternoon, and the conversation turned to Doug Flutie and the way in which his professional accomplishments never lived up to his reputation which arose from the legendary Hail Mary pass thrown for Boston College.
As soon as I uttered the phrase "Hail Mary pass," I turned around and saw a nun standing behind me. She was offering some sort of coin or token, bearing the likeness of a saint, to the people in the laundramat.
Occurrences like this, which strain the concept of random coincidence beyond all recognition, are little reminders of the greater forces at work in this and every other universe.
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