Sloppy Joes, or Are the Gods trying to tell me something?
Last night, using some free nights and weekends on the cell phone (with no roaming, no long distance charges, thank you AT&T), I was talking to my sister three thousand miles away who happened to mention that she was making Sloppy Joes for dinner.
Shortly thereafter, I learned that my brother here on the east coast was also making Sloppy Joes for dinner. Now I don’t dislike the sandwich but I can’t remember the last time I had one.
As if that wasn’t coincidence enough, I’m reading the Sunday paper this morning and one of the travel section articles was about Key West, and there was a photo of someone wearing a t-shirt from one of the restaurants there, and in big letters on the t-shirt it said: Sloppy Joe’s.