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I have posted virtually none of my personal experiences with 33s, in specific terms, but
today was a major "33 day" that had an especially fun ending.
I met again with a local and fellow 33 seer for the third time at Borders to catch up on recent 33s.
Approaching the place, at 24th Street, one 33 [license plate on a car] came alongside to my left
as I moved into the right lane behind yet another.
Upon entering the parking lot, the first and end [of row] car had a 33... (among the hundreds of
cars in the lot. This is very common for me whenever I enter or exit a parking lot, anywhere.)
Inside, after mere moments, a call went out over the store intercom: "Paging such-and-such,
number 333", then later, "...337," and finally - just before we left, "...233." (This sort of thing happened with other combinations
of 33s at each of our two previous meetings, as well, and were the only numerical pages during these times.)
As we sat and talked, I explained about having recently felt drawn, on two separate occasions, to
look abruptly at the distant DVD counter just as it hit "...333" - all the while otherwise rapt with attention for the
film. Just then, in like manner, my eyes went down and out the window, to the front of a white SUV passing on the lot below:
a 33 on its plate. As Michelle had earlier commented that she sees many out-of-state 33 plates, she asked if this was such.
Indeed, it was a CA plate.
Returning to my car to leave, I spotted two 33 plates more or less directly behind my car, just a
few feet away (also an entirely common experience for me, regardless of whether there are five or two hundred cars in the
lot. I know many of you are thinking, "YES! That's how it goes for me, too!").
Then, the clincher: Tonight, late, after my wife had been shopping earlier for t-shirts (including
some for me to print with my 33 logo), we talked in the dim kitchen, where I thought I spotted our dove's poop in her hair.
No, it was just some tiny, round sticker, so I ignored it.
Moments later, thinking it best to take it out for her, I did: as it stuck to the tip of
my finger, I discovered it says simply: "inspector 33."
This day, while "major" in terms of 33s, was not atypical of my general experience. I decided to
write this one after that last, tiny discovery.