Coincidental

Ok so...

A guy who was living here in the house called David accidentally took a screwdriver and 3 of its attachments from an IKEA toolbox that Filipe left here in Pittsburgh while he left for Portugal for a year. I thought we might need the screwdriver, so I asked him to mail it back. He did, and I just... like... less than 10 minutes ago, received his email saying that he had already mailed it, and to "please let him know when I got it".

Right now being around the time when the postman comes, I went outside to our mailbox. Sure enough, inside was a cardboard box that was certainly not there half an hour ago. "What a timely email", I thought. I saw the handwritten address, and I was sure that it was the screwdriver from David. Inside the mailbox also was an envelope from Bank of America, labeled "Home Loans". "Just another useless bank offer", I said to myself.

So I went inside, opened the Home Loans envelope, made sure it was just another offer, threw the envelope away, and kept the pamphlet to skim it afterwards. Then I open up the box, I find a screwdriver-shaped package of paper held together by tape, I rip it apart as I throw the packaging in the trash can, and right on, after finishing ripping it, two of the screwdriver attachments fell to the carpet. I looked for the third one, and I couldn't find it. Where was the third attachment? Did it get lost on the way? Did he forget to put it in? I wouldn't think so...

So then for some reason... which I still don't fully understand, my mind pointed to the trash can. Maybe I threw the attachment into the trash can along with the packaging, since the other two were so loose. So I lifted the box up and a giant eagle brochure from the trash can, and I insert my hand into the trash can, without looking. Right on, as if my mind knew exactly where it was, I felt the missing screwdriver tip and took it out. It was fairly impressive, I'd say, because I do not remember having noticed that a small heavy object had fallen into the trash can by mistake.

So then I put the screwdriver and its attachments back into the toolbox and I come back to my room. "Inbox (1)" says my Gmail. Ok, what's THIS new email about?

From: Bank of America - Home Loans

Subject: Ready to buy your first home?

:O. You can imagine my surprise. It is pretty much the exact same message as the one on paper. And SO simultaneous with my actual mail!! I can't argue that David's email triggered me going out into the mail. I mean, that it did, but its timing was also very close to my mail being delivered. But then the Bank of America message too!!?! It's as if they knew exactly when my mail is delivered to my home? Or maybe the envelope has a wireless tracker that shows when the envelope is opened? It was slightly unsettling.

So now I'll write an email to David saying that I got the screwdriver and stuff, and then keep on working. And I'll keep on swimming too. But that's later.