I didn’t have to choose the waffle. Could have been pancakes. Or tacos, with extra potatoes on the side. It could have been banana waffle, but I went and chose the strawberry waffle. It just felt like a strawberry waffle kind of day. Lydia was having the tacos. The waitress delivered our order. The waffle was punctuated by swirls of whipped cream. And, as per the menu, laden with slices of strawberry. I had to sit back and admire. It was a thing of beauty. Somehow I felt I had to take my phone out to take a picture. ‘I have a dog called Waffle,’ I said.
‘Really?’ said Lydia. ‘That’s a nice name for a dog.’ We were sitting outside at the Guenther Mill on the river in San Antonio.
‘My kids came up with the name. They were having waffles at the time.’
At that precise moment a text signalled its arrival with a brief throb. I still had the phone in my hand. I was thinking of putting it away, but I hadn’t started eating, so I thought it was still just about legal and acceptable to check my phone. It was a message from CambVetGrp (ie a veterinary service back in Cambridge, England, several thousand miles away and several hours ahead, according to the clock). The first word was ‘Waffle’.
Waffle is due his FLEA TREATMENT. Our records show that you might need some more. Please call 01223 249331 to order.
I went ahead and ate the waffle. Having first smothered it in maple syrup. But I still have the photograph (with the time noted) and I kept the text, just in case anyone should doubt. Absurd, laughable, bizarre, definitely, perhaps even trivial. What are the chances? I think I can guarantee that this precise set of circumstances will never occur again in the history of the universe (unless they are repeated precisely in the next iteration of the history of the universe). But I believe it comes under the heading of what Jung would call ‘meaningful coincidences’ or ‘synchronicity’. I eat a waffle in San Antonio, Texas, I speak of Waffle, and a text concerning Waffle from far far away simultaneously arrives on my phone (I received no other texts that day).
It was the kind of phenomenon that tended to happen around Lydia Lair. The real Lydia Lair.