I was going through my credit card receipts today, when I found this gem.
For a grocery receipt dated 6/6/6, the total was $13.66.
Quite a coincidence, eh? Just some Stuff I Must Share.
(Now before any numerologists put on their tinfoil helmets (in case my food purchase was a sign of the Apocolypse), let me remind you that a proper Faraday cage must completely enclose the object to be protected.)
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
By posting the mystic numbers, you have unlocked the Pandora’s Box of Hell, and Grocery Demons will kill you in your sleep.
Me? I need to make a grocery run. Thanks for the reminder.
I was on duty on 9/01/2001.
At 8:30 AM, I casually mentioned to my crew, that they shouldn’t have any plans for today, as the date was 9/11. We’ll probably be busy the whole shift.
Everyone thought that was funny.
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There’s no special significance since it was last week, but I thought that the total for my purchase at the grocery store being $6.66 was mildly odd.
I regularly order a (terrible, really) breakfast at the funky little Cuban socialist cafe in my neighbourhood. An “old-fashioned breakfast” (home-fries, bacon, eggs, and toast) and a large mug of coffee comes to $6.66.
The last time I ordered it, the potatoes were moldy. I ought to have known.
A far more striking numerical coincidence happened last week. I was printing (by hand! How 14[sup]th[/sup] Century!) labels for the racks for the entire line of fall fashions for the company I work for.
After I had finished printing the product code for a particularly skimpy little item, and was trying to recall the colour code, I stopped for a bit, massaged my wrist, and tried to figure out what looked so darned familiar about the number I had just written out. It took a few seconds, and I had the double check the tag on the sample I was copying from to make sure I hadn’t shifted into autopilot for a moment. The first seven digits of the code were exactly the same as my cellphone number (minus the area code.)
Weird.