Coincidence

I was writing about kissing, for that ghost work, and while I was doing that, KISS was playing on the CD. Coincidence? Sure.
This came through the mail yesterday, interesting concept:
> Kramer,
> I KNOW that you work a lot. However, I couldn’t
> resist entering you when you included the “hit the Pay
> Pal” in your latest scope. I don’t think being a
> Slacker is about working. I think being a Slacker is
> about attitude. And you have it. I hope you win.
So I met my evening business at Chuy’s, I didn’t get carded, “What, you don’t check my ID so I can have ice tea?” — and folks wonder why I pick on Scorpio’s: Sitting there in the bar, in Chuy’s, minding my own business, shortly after I reminded her that I did propose to her once, my Scorpio friend conveniently manages to spill a full glass of ice water in my lap. Talk about a truly chilling experience. Coincidence? Sure.