19 times out of 20, the likelihood of spotting two boys in orange t-shirts is not more than 18% on a given day. That one might be whistling while the other gazed at the congregation some ways up the road was just as improbable. Which is what led me to stop, and finally to observe a chain of happenings that, taken together, were as unlikely as being struck by lightning while being attacked by a shark during a plane crash.
The subsequent event in this lottery of happenings was the passage of an elderly woman under a great deal of stress. This in itself wasn’t statistically improbable, the exigencies of age and womanhood being what they are. Rather, it was her strange garb that astounded me, for one doesn’t stand a better than 1 in 16 million chance of seeing such a person concealing an object atop their head by means of a colourful scarf, particularly in broad daylight. Then, to make this whole procession of goings on even more unlikely, I lay eyes on a grave man who gazed in the other direction with the sort of knowingness only observable twice a century, 9 times out of 10.