I ordered a bouquet of flowers from a certain well-known online retailer, to be delivered to my wife’s school. They were, along with another bouquet. This bouquet was from a local florist, was an entirely different bouquet, and was not from me…
The message on the card, however, was identical (but handwritten instead of typed). Nobody seems to know where these flowers came from.
Incident two:
Wife and I exchanged a couple of phone calls to try to figure out how all this happened. Fine. Started teaching a couple of voice lessons. Twenty minutes into my voice lesson, having not touched my phone for an hour and a half, wife calls the cell. “Hello?” “Hi, I saw you tried to call me.” “No, no I didn’t.”
Except I did. There, large as life on my cell, a call to my wife’s cell at 5:51. I did not make that call. My student certainly didn’t make the call. Nobody made the call. But there it was.
You know, I might accept that I just forgot about the call, except my student was right there and agreed that I had not, in fact, stopped her lesson to make a phone call.
Anyway, shortly after my post, got in my car, started it, and immediately thought, “wow, it’s chilly.”
Which was because the A/C was on. Now, St. Louis isn’t exactly Siberia, but it is February, and while it got up around fifty today, it wasn’t exactly A/C weather; certainly not full blast A/C with the temperature all the way down. I know I didn’t turn the A/C on.
Which leads me to the following obvious conclusions:
The ghost is trying to eliminate me as a rival by, uh, making me cold.
Well, duh! How dense can you be? The ghost called your wife to find out if she’d gotten the flowers he’d sent. And he turned on the car A/C because he assumed you’d be picking your wife up, and she’d be bringing home the flowers, so the car needed to be nice and cool to preserve them.
