So let me tell you what happened to me the 17:th of November 2017:
"Today in the grocery store, my mom asked the cass-register which date it was, and she said that it was the 17:th. Mom wasn't sure about that. "Isn't it the 16:th?" she asked, and the conversation went on for a little longer, about wherther it was the 16:th or the 17:th. They came to the solution that it was the 17:th. I didn't hear any of their conversation and when mom and I were heading home from the store I asked her if today was the 16:th, and she said: "No, it's the 17:th." Later, this evening, when I had forgotten what date it was, we stumbled across an episode of "Fawlty towers" where they were just in the middle of joking about bad memory. Later on, a woman asked John Cleese what date it was, with Cleese replying "It's the 16:th". I went "Oh it's the 16:th today!" and picked up my phone to show my mom, seeing that it was the 17:th, just before the woman responded to Cleese "No, it's the 17:th" and then they argued about wherther it was the 16:th or the 17:th. That was, what I would call, "quite a coincidence"."
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