…or am I just going crazy again?

This afternoon at fitness, the weirdest thing : a few weeks ago I’d used a locker that had the highly synchronistic number 42. You know, the meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything according to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the . 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 extra heavy due to having to pay for the girls’ chihuahuas tomorrow, so I opted for a locker again. Dove into the same general , 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 me I must have erred in my memories. To her at least it was an open and case. for her, but that doesn’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 nobody has messed with the numbers just to me, so what, according to Occam’s Razor, is the simplest explanation to this?

Love your parallelity,

Dré