On the same day but completely independently of each other, N and I went into a grocery store where we never buy our groceries (I have maybe been inside this store twice in the whole time we’ve lived here) and bought identical focaccia loaves. Which we never buy. The only difference is that his loaf has olives and roasted tomatoes and mine only has roasted tomatoes.
And in the evening, we greeted each other with an identical “Hey, I bought this loaf for you that I think you’ll like.” After which we stared at each other in confusion for a while.
We don’t buy bread for each other. Normally, he buys berries for me or if he wants me to do something extreme for him, like make a phone call, he buys charcuterie. And I buy cookies and yogurt for him.
Today’s focaccia loaves from the same strange store are inexplicable.