Celestine Prophecy at work

The power went out suddenly which gave me a chance to nip out to spar to buy myself a coke and something with yogurt in it. I’ve been dying for frozen english toffee yogurt for days already, but no one seems to stock it anymore, not even trusty old Woolies.

As I’m driving into the spar center, my cellphone rings;

"Sheena darling, is that you? It’s Mr. Albert here" One of my favourite patients.

 

"Hi Mr. Albert, what can I do for you?"

 

"I’m outside the office, dear, and I’m reading a sign that I know only you could get away with, will you be long?"

The sign said: CLOSED. DUE TO LACK OF INTEREST ON MY PART, AND NO ELECTRICITY ON ESKOM’S. CALL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING ON 082…."

As I come out of the shop and sit back in my car, an Afrikaans tannie asks me to help her jump start her car. If anyone cares, this made me realise I don’t even know how to open my bonnet, let alone tell her which side the car battery is on! Eventually, to risk looking like a complete idiot, I call out the Spar manager, who does everything for me but rev the car.

Isn’t it odd how the power went out just as I craved a coke, just as I arrive at the spar, someone desperately needs help? It’s all just a little bit too coincidental to not be part of my new philosophy in life.

You see? I wasn’t lying about the Celestine being real!