Co-Inky-Dink
My life is often ruled by coincidence, I understand this, my friends laugh and shake their head about it, but everyone eventually comes to realize that the laws of probability break down around me.
Case in point: About four years ago I purchased a t-shirt, with the intentions of it being a "paint shirt," because I often have to paint my own sets. I found a shirt at Goodwill from the "Miss Chatahoochee" beauty pageant. I bought it because I used to live fairly close to the Chatahoochee River, and because I found it funny that there would be a beauty pageant with the word "Hoochie" in the name. On the back of the shirt is the name of the winner, a Miss Katie Scarlett Lawson.
Today in line for lunch one of the resident company actors says: "Oh my God! You know Miss Lawson?!" It took me a minute to register what the hell he was talking about, but we eventually got around to him telling me that this woman, Miss Katie Scarlett Lawson, was his drama teacher in High School. Someone MUCH better than me at statistics needs to tell me the odds on a shirt that is over 4 years old bearing the name of a random woman being purchased and removed almost 900 miles from the point of purchase being worn and then seen by the only other person in that 900 mile radius that knows who the hell she is.
I bet they are pretty high.
Case in point: About four years ago I purchased a t-shirt, with the intentions of it being a "paint shirt," because I often have to paint my own sets. I found a shirt at Goodwill from the "Miss Chatahoochee" beauty pageant. I bought it because I used to live fairly close to the Chatahoochee River, and because I found it funny that there would be a beauty pageant with the word "Hoochie" in the name. On the back of the shirt is the name of the winner, a Miss Katie Scarlett Lawson.
Today in line for lunch one of the resident company actors says: "Oh my God! You know Miss Lawson?!" It took me a minute to register what the hell he was talking about, but we eventually got around to him telling me that this woman, Miss Katie Scarlett Lawson, was his drama teacher in High School. Someone MUCH better than me at statistics needs to tell me the odds on a shirt that is over 4 years old bearing the name of a random woman being purchased and removed almost 900 miles from the point of purchase being worn and then seen by the only other person in that 900 mile radius that knows who the hell she is.
I bet they are pretty high.
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