The Gods of Timing.
I’m not a religious man, but I’m beginning to believe there may actually be Gods of Timing.
“The Gods of Timing” is a concept I picked up from a high school friend, and I’ve kept it in use for many years. I reference these make-believe deities whenever I witness a pleasant or funny coincidence, and it amuses me to imagine divine beings whose sole purpose is to make stuff happen at the same time. Whenever inconvenient misfortune befalls a friend, I joke that they’re at the mercy of the fickle Gods of Timing. It seems, however, that I’ve tempted the wrath of these gods, and they’re toying with me on a few levels.
A few months ago, the Gods of Timing may have made the brakes on both our family cars need major repair work at the same time. A short time later, the Gods of Timing decided to make the plumbing connected to our washing machine need major repair. As I was making plans with a plumber (and getting estimates for said repairs) my laptop started acting funny and blue-screen crashed twice in two days, giving me significant fears for more significant repair bills.
And just yesterday, the Gods of Timing decided to toy with me in the span of thirty minutes.
As I was preparing to step into the shower, the plumber calls and informs me that a spot in his schedule has opened up, and he can come over right now to fix the plumbing. As the plumber is getting into the major repairs, the alarm that tells me it’s time to pick up my son from preschool goes off. As I’m stepping out the door, the truck that delivers our house’s heating oil pulls up in front of our driveway and blocks me in before I can leave. The Gods of Timing must have needed some quick amusement yesterday.
Like I said, I’m not a religious man, but there’s mounting evidence that my friend in high school may have been on to something.