Spooky . . .

As news of my new car has spread, I've started to worry that I might be a A) psychic, and B) a copycat.

You see, it turns out that my boss's wife recently got a new car. Actually, she got Honda Civic. Yeah, a black Honda Civic. Apparently she's had this car since January or something, but the news somehow escaped my notice. Weird.

There's also a woman on my bowling team, who unbeknownst to me, has a Honda Civic. Oh yeah, did I mention it was black? Yep.

Scary, since I wasn't aware that either of these acquaintances even owned Hondas, let alone black Honda Civics.

Did the fact that each of them owns the same kind of car that I eventually bought for myself, somehow seep into my unconscious mind? Or is it sort of like getting your period in the dorms? And instead of us all ending up on the same "schedule," we'll just end up driving the same kind of car?