The Bipolar Otaku

I can never really tell when I place too much emphasis on coincidences.

Today's example:
On my way home last Friday, the sign for South Bend, IN seemed to stick out in my head, but since I didn't know how far out of my way that would be, I didn't go.

As I packed up my stuff this morning, I pulled a bunch of coins out of my pocket. One fell out of my hand and into a small garbage can where (the weird thing) it spun. It didn't just kind of roll around and fall, it actually spun on it's side, just like it would spin for someone playing quarter football. So I pick up the quarter, and guess what state is on it: Indiana.

So, I check the map and see that South Bend isn't too far from the Michigan border, On the way there, I noticed a sign for some random used bookstore, and decide that that's where I'm supposed to go: the Notre Dame bookstore. Okay.

I went to the bookstore, bought a sweatshirt, and left. No incident. Umm...

On the other hand, I kind of wonder if I missed what I was really supposed to do in South Bend... You see, I got lost when I first got into town. I started driving south on 933 SB and didn't notice the big signs saying where to park for Notre Dame, so I drive into town until I decide I've gone too far and finally turn around. The turnaround street was called Sample, but the thing that might or might not have been a coincidence was the 933 NB was caled Michigan Street. That's all well and fine, but the thing was, there was a homeless center at the corner of Michigan and Sample. However, I couldn't figure out where to park, so I never went in. But was I supposed to do something there? I'm pretty sure that I was. I guess I'll never know, now.