…or am I just going crazy again?

This afternoon at fitness, the weirdest thing happened: a few ago I’d used a locker that had the highly synchronistic 42. You know, the meaning of Life, the Universe and according to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I’m quite sure it was in the row, because the bottom row is entirely too low for my six foot six!

Today my wallet was to having to for the girls’ chihuahuas tomorrow, so I opted for a locker again. Dove into the same general area, only to find that the top row held just the ODD numbers, and number 42 was now in the bottom row. When told, the lady at  the bar kept telling me I must have erred in my memories. To her at least it was an open and shut case. Good for her, but that ’t solve the conundrum for me: I absolutely remember having had locker 42 at the top level a few weeks back, especially because of the significance of that number for me, and my absolute dislike of lockers in the lower row.

We can safely assume nobody has messed with the numbers just to fool me, so what, according to Occam’s Razor, is the simplest to this?

Love your parallelity,

Dré