A coincidence puts me at the right place at the right time

A zany series of “mishaps” this morning put me in the right place at the right time. I’d “accidentally” overshot the exit for Morgana Starr and had to double back. Had that delay not happened, I would not have been right behind a car that got a flat on I-95. I followed her off the road. I’d met her years before. I changed her tire. We chatted about coincidences. She booked an appointment with me for next week. When I got home, I saw her name on the calendar, names waiting for call time cancellations. Talk about coincidence.