I love when things happen with numbers. and I'm sure I'm the only one that feels that way...
You know, like when I'm balancing the check book and a pattern forms in all of the math, or when I'm at work at and a certain pneumoniae type happens to fall on numbers that are multiples of three (and yes, I'm a dork).
and I especially love when I guess my gas cost exactly at the pump (which has only happened once in my 8 years of gas-buying).
So yesterday afternoon I went to fill up. I guessed $21.17, but it stopped at $21.00. but hitting the zeros is sweet too, because really how often does that happen? Well last night T and I went to fill up his car (a 95 subby), and guess what? it stopped on $22.00! I just got a kick out of that - one whole number apart and both hitting the zeros.
Okay okay...I know...I really am a dork.