So my mom asks me last night if I can help her this morning with a load of junk she’s hauling out to the local landfill. “Sure,” I say. I needed a ride to work anyway, since Friday is Leah’s day off.
My mom rolls up to our place at 7:1o. I hop into the truck, and we hightail it out to the landfill. Drive in, get weighed, and then head over to one of the dumpsters that awaits our deposit. It only takes a minute or so to unload everything. As we’re getting back into the truck, my mom comments on how quickly the unloading went. We drive back to the terminal to get weighed again, and the lady there says, “I’m impressed with your speed!” She then tells us what we owe: $7.32. I happen to look at the clock in the truck at that very moment: 7:32. Really. What’re the odds?