“It always is,” said he. “That’s the way it should be.”
“Absolutely,” confirmed I.
The door opened in the lobby and off he went to check out and I for coffee. Perfect timing. I’m certain that is the case for him. It’s the case for us as well. I noted the parking places in the packed lots that suddenly opened as we approached the night before. How smooth was the flow of traffic through the city both on arrival and upon leaving. That’s the way it should be.
Come to think of it, we get cranky when it isn’t. Which means that we know that it should. We know that things should go right. It's not magic when they do, it's the way it is.
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