Coinkydink?

Growing up, my mother used to call a coincidence, a “coinkydink.”  Every time I heard that word, I’d crack up laughing at it and at the way she’d say it.  Not surprising since I pretty much laughed at everything as a child.  I asked her what it meant and she said it was another way people said the word “coincidence.”  I’m sure back then, she explained it in a way that my young mind could understand, but to tell you the truth I can’t remember.  I grew up believing in superstitions and that things were just “coincidences,” but now, as an adult, my views have changed quite a bit about all of that, especially the “coincidences.”  I won’t go into the definition of the word now, I’ll let you look that up yourself.  I’ll assume anyone reading this, has used that word many times up to this point.  I used to think that things did just happen by chance, but not now, not anymore.  Here’s one quick example, of many, that I’ve experienced lately, that’s made me think differently.  One day recently, my hubby and I decided to go to Zia records, where we could sell our dvd’s, which we’ve done before.  They didn’t open till 10:00 am, so since we were there early, we backed into a space and turned the car off to wait. My husband pointed out that there was a guy sitting in his car waiting too.  I looked up to see who he was talking about and as we both sat looking at him, noticed he must have been singing along to some lyrics of a song he was listening to.  There was nothing else going on, so we were still looking at him, trying to figure out if he was actually rapping and turns out, he was.  You could tell by the way he was moving his hands, like most rappers do.  As he gets out of his car, I’m still peeking at him and for some reason, my mind starts taking inventory of his outfit and red hat he has on.  Once he and I get in line, he’s in front of me and I’m still looking at what he has on.  Once I got to the counter, I had gave the clerk my cell number to call when they were done counting our dvd’s, to let us know when to come back.  Later at home, about 3:00 pm, I’m standing outside and looked at my cell to see who my missed call was from, turns out it was Zia.  As I’m doing that, up the street comes someone rapping at the top of their lungs.  I hadn’t really looked at them good, because I was scrambling to get my earphones in my ears to drown him out.  The loudness of his rapping is getting closer so,  I finally look up to see who was making all the racket and I kid you not, it was the same guy, with the red hat and rapping.  What made it even more bizarre was the fact that I had just saw “Zia” on my cell and the very guy we saw there, 6 hours earlier, was walking on this street, right where I live, right where I could see him, right at that perfect timing.  He could have been on any street anywhere in the world, but he ends up there instead.  What did that mean?  Was I supposed to receive a message from this?  Hey Ma… how’s that for a coinkydink?!