coincidence

This afternoon I drove to Fairway in Red Hook to buy groceries. I was almost out of coffee and Fairway has the best, cheapest coffee of anywhere in NYC (as far as I know anyway). Driving back I noticed a scooter dealer on a side street. Dozens of shiny Vespas were parked out front. I wondered, then, if B had gotten his learners' permit yet. And then, just a little while ago, I checked my blogs and sure enough, he got it this morning. I toy with the idea of getting a Vespa, but everyone who knows me just laughs when I tell them my idea. I don't think that my visual handicap lends itself to motorcycle driving.