…there’s a record scratch and you’re all, “What the hell?!”
At least, that’s how it played out this weekend in Berkeley Springs. We were walking down the main street (better known as Washington Street, in case you’re curious) when I spotted an SPCA poster with photos of animals through the window of a consignment shop.
“Alan!” I yelled. Kind of like this:
And a few minutes later, there we were, standing in front of a large poster board display of cats and dogs needing adoption. I was studying the descriptions when I heard Alan say, “Do you think they planned this, or is this song a coincidence?”
I stepped back and listened, registering Sarah McLachlan’s song, “Angel.”
My reaction was to lift my eyebrows, nod and go back to looking at the pet photos. My thought at the time was, “Whoa. Didn’t realize Alan was a huge Sarah McLachlan fan. Note. To. Self.”
Fast forward to Saturday, when we’re at Hillbilly Heaven, watching the Spartans get their asses handed to them in the CapOne Bowl. I see (some version of) this ad on television:
And all of a sudden, the dots connect – and it’s just like “connect the dots.” (Like that? I’m into redundancy this year.)
“Dude! Is THIS what you were talking about when we were in that thrift store?” I point at the large television.
“Um, yeah?” Alan looks genuinely confused. “Why? What did you think I was talking about?”
At this point I’m doubled over, practically pounding the table with my fist. “I thought you were suggesting that the store was playing ‘Angel’ on a loop because they psychically knew that you were a huge Sarah McLachlan fan.”
Alan gave me a blank look. “Seriously?”
“I totally thought it was f*cked up, but wasn’t going to judge you.”
At this point Alan starts laughing, almost to the point of crying. And I’m thankful. Mainly thankful that he sees the humor in it, but also thankful that he doesn’t have a closet full of mixed tapes featuring Sarah McLachlan squirreled away somewhere.
Whew.
pithypants 
I’m still laughing about this. When it dawned on you I’d been referring to a tear-jerker commercial you just hadn’t seen and I asked you what you thought I was talking about, you deadpanned, “I was thinking, ‘How were they supposed to know it was your favorite song?'” And then we’re both laughing so hard that I think the waitress considering cutting us off.
I think it’s funnier now that a waitress at Hillbilly Heaven considered cutting you off. Great point to bring to light, Alan.