So we figured a radio is a must

So, we figured that a radio is a must.
This was put on my list. Sonja entrusts me with all the important stuff like this, while she handles the simple things like home-schooling, actual paid for work, and raising two million to build a school.
Then I spent literally about two weeks looking for a good old fashioned, battery operated FM / AM radio.
I couldn't find one anywhere, and I looked everywhere.
Eventually I found a decent one in a small local electronics shop.
I got the specifications, had a good look at it, and returned on the week-end to buy it.
Unbelievably the shop was closed.
I got really grumpy. The pressure is mounting. Time is short. The to-do list is long.
How can they frigging close on a week-end.
Its not the frigging sixties. They are not selling booze on a Sunday. Its not a hash bar.
Its just a radio !&$#%!@#&!! and another ( %7$#*!! )
So, after staring coldly at the window, I stormed off into Pick n Pay to buy some chicken for dinner. (yes, free range)
This is a completely different shop, in a different place. I am alone. I speak to nobody.
(Concentrate)
(Cosmic forces are about to strike)
Now normally, when you need a staff member to find a really obscure item, you can look for one for hours.
Not this time. I am walking down an isle, heading for the chicken section, and a staff member cautiously approaches me.
I feel nervous. I haven't shop-lifted since I was ten years old. And that was the only time ever. It was a Spider man comic from CNA in Rondebosch if you are interested. It was dead easy, but I was so wracked by guilt I couldn't enjoy the comic. That was my last and only criminal act.
Anyway, I know I am not about to be nabbed for that, but still, this guy was looking at me pretty funny. Whacko.
(so back to my story.)
He says. (And now this is true and not exaggerated in any way)
He says
"excuse me sir, are you the man looking for the radio"
Eh, eh.
Read that line again.
That is not just friggin weird, it is frikken weird.
So I tell him I haven't asked anyone in this store for a radio, but I am actually looking for one.
(are you getting goose pimples yet)
So he looks at me and he tells me this is the last one in the store, he got it out of the back, and he was told a man wanted one, but there is nobody else, so it must be for me, and then he gives it to me and walks off.
So now I have the radio packed and ready in the garage, and I have to tell you.
I am going to treat this radio with the utmost respect.
I am expecting cosmic utterances from the beyond to eerily float around the room at 2am.
I am expecting big things.
Special things happen to special people.
Perhaps that dude who had that whole Pyramid / UFO vibe happening was right.
Maybe (Robbie Williams) there are little chaps in spinning craft hovering over Los Angeles and the Sun Valley Mall in Cape Town.
You have to keep an open mind about these things.