Me: You know how they have these delivery services for food.
She: Like Grubhub?
Me: Yes, exactly. My idea is for one that delivers alcohol.
She: I heard about such a thing, I can't remember what they are called...
Me: I have come up with the perfect name.
She: What?
Me: The Liquor Picker-Upper.
Later, I thought of another one: Liquorty-Split, also later I saw an add on Facebook for quick alcohol delivery but I don't remember the name and since it is Facebook, I will never find it again.
Next: My wife has a new hobby of making masks. She has made a few for each of our kids and has branched out to their boyfriends and roommates. I am normally the last one to come up to bed at night and so it falls to me to turn-off all the lights. See that lamp over by the wall? Once I turn that off, it is pitch black and I have to evade all the cords and other trip hazards, in pitch dark! I was reminded of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire (whatever a shirtwaist is). And yes, I could turn on another light first and use that to negotiate the maze. But, I am usually pretty groggy and can be depended upon to never think of this. So what is the coincidence? First thing the next morning, I am reading Lileks, The Bleat and he pretty randomly mentions the same event:
"That's where we went on Memorial Day. All those paddlewheel boats, docked for the Duration. The pestilence would rip through that thing like fire through the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory."
Finally, the coincidence we all heard today: The Central Park imbroglio in which two unrelated people up the ante on a dog being leashed in a place where it is the rule. They both have the same last name, Cooper. Of course, if this was a movie, they would meet again and be stranded someplace, or have to work together and yes, they would fall in love and it would be a romantic comedy. I think Damon Wayans and Katherine Heigl would work as the leads.
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