She stood in the isle of the supermarket, holding a box of cereal.
Her daughter, having recently qualified as a nurse, said she should eat more carbohydrates. She said they were the body’s main source of energy. She idly perused the ingredients. There it was, carbohydrates 28 grams. She used to enjoy these, so she needed to rediscover them. She put them in her trolley.
That night was Bingo Night. She would go with her friend once a week. She never seemed to win anything but she enjoyed the evening. It was quite early in the last game of the evening when she found herself looking at her card that only needed one number. Everything was crossed of, leaving just one to go. This could well be her lucky night. The main prize, a huge hamper of food, sat on the caller’s table. Her friend’s eyebrows shot up when she lifted her card. Just moments later the caller shouted, “Not too late, number twenty eight!”
When she and her friend went up to collect the prize, she was amazed to find a box of cereal laying across the top of all the groceries. It was the very same product that she had bought earlier that day. What a coincidence, she thought. She took this as an omen, a sign that her daughter was right about eating more carbs.
She didn’t notice the numbers.
But, there again, why should she?