Numerology

Numerologists believe they can find significant hints about the future in the numbers that relate to us every day. Our birthdays, age, height, IQ, street address, longitude and latitude, etc.. There's an old joke about a guy who woke up on Cinco de Mayo, (May fifth), (5/5). He bought a mocha latte and noticed the bill, with tax, was $5.55. When he got to work, he was five minutes late, and his boss mentioned it was the fifth time he did this.
 He was by now dwelling on the number during work. He bought lunch for himself and a client he'd had for five years, and the bill of course was $55.55. He couldn't concentrate on his work, so he left early, and got to the race track in time for the fifth race. He'd withdrawn all his cash from the credit union, $5,555., and put it all on the number five horse to win. It came in fifth.
 Yes, that's the kind of stuff that killed Vaudeville. But a numerologist would insist that the horse came in fifth because the numbers dictated that he would.
 The phone number for my first girl friend ended in 1203. If you look at the back of a tanker truck, you'll notice they all have numbers on the back, assigned by the Federal Department of Transportation. The number 1203 identifies it as a truck carrying volatile and combustible material. If I were a numerologist, I never would have called her that first timid time, my hands shaking as I dropped the dime into the payphone. The girl was of Sicilian descent, her parents came from the Old Country, and she was as volatile and combustible as anyone I ever knew. The year was 1964. We went together through high school, surviving each other's temper explosions, wound up married, and are still together as I write.
 A numerologist would say, "I told you she was trouble!"