(I know it’s cheesy, but I couldn’t resist.)
One night we were having tacos for dinner, but I didn’t have any lettuce. It’s a bummer to have tacos with no lettuce in my book.
When I heard my husband come home from work, I called out, “Did you happen to bring home any lettuce?”
It was truly the most random question.
When I walked over to him, I expected to find him confused, ala, “Uh-oh, did she ask me to pick up lettuce on the way home? I don’t remember that.”
Instead he was shocked. “What made you think to ask that?”
“I knew it was a long shot, but we don’t have any lettuce for our tacos.”
Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a container of shredded lettuce.
Now I was the one who was shocked. He explained that when he ordered a burrito for lunch, the restaurant had forgotten to include the lettuce. They gave it to him after the fact in a separate container. He hadn’t bothered to put it in his burrito, however, so he brought it home.
It was the craziest thing, and more proof that he and I are cosmically connected.