I’ll Take It
Due to the overwhelming response to something that happened before I even knew that I wasn’t aware of it, I’ve decided to do what most everyboyd already figured out. Which is precisely what you’ve probably been thinking.
My tale starts out with a vague feeling of dÃ©jÃ vu, although not quite. I had walked into this shop, and I’m positive I’d never been in there before, but for some reason I knew where everything was. Not that that is such a big deal, because most shops are pretty much laid out with the customer in mind, and to make it as easy as possible for them to make a purchased and get on out without excessive lingering.
But something about this store seemed odd, but at the same time, strangely familiar. The shopkeeper even looked at me with a sort of expectation, like I was in there a week before and I’d just come back to finalize my purchase or something. But then again, it may have all been my imagination. That has been happening a lot to me lately.
DÃ©jÃ vu is an interesting, widely experienced, but often misunderstood brain phenomenon. It seems to happen at random, so they can’t really do any experiments to reproduce the effect. And they can’t very well hook electrodes into people’s brains, and have them sit around in a laboratory waiting to get hit with passing cloud of dÃ©jÃ vu.
According to various esoteric theories of probability and philosophy, combined with a few cold and hard facts about the known universe, there may very well be an infinite number of worlds just like this one, but only with sleight differences. The theory goes that since the universe is infinite, there are an infinite number of particles that can combine in an infinite number of combinations, making every possible combination a highly probable event. So somewhere in some corner of the universe is somebody just like you, reading a post just like this, sitting in a chair just like that, only something is slightly different. Like instead of that thought that just entered into our head, your counterpart in the parallel universe is thinking the thought that you are about to think, or perhaps the same thought that you thought the same time yesterday.
They theorize that dÃ©jÃ vu is some kind of vague and brief connection between you and one of your other universe counterparts. Some kind of a long distance resonance between bodies of particles that happen coincidently share congruence before phase shifting into randomness.
Our eyes only connected for about a second, before I realized my feeling of connection wasn’t backed by any game plan, so I just broke off eye contact, like you do when you are too embarrassed to say anything, and you’d like to just pretend your eyes never met. But our eyes did meet, and I could still feel them following them throughout the store.
“Did you forget something?” She asked.
“Huh?” I turned, surprised.
She looked around helpfully, and then looked at me with her head cocked.
“You weren’t carrying any bags, did you put something down that was in your pockets?” She asked with genuine concern.
My pockets. I stuck my hands in both of them. Nothing there but my keys, and my wallet. Which is what I always carry when I leave the house. No bag.
I shook my head, and stood hoping for some more unsolicited information that might help me out.
“Did you change your mind? About the machine?”
“Um..” I started. Not sure. Starting to feel a real desire to get the hell out of there.
“I can’t really go any lower. It does sound it could be very useful to you. It does come with a three month guarantee.”
I had an idea.
“Um, could you show it to me, once more?” I asked. Staring directly her, so I wouldnâ€™t look in the opposite direction by accident, and look like an idiot. (Who am I kidding here?)
“Sure.” She said, smiling and pulled out a catalogue. It was big, and thick. About half as thick as a phone book. It looked very expensive; all the pages were glossy and full color. She was slowly thumbing through the pages; I couldn’t quite glimpse what sort of things was in there. I stepped closer to get a better look.
“Aha, here it is.” She announced, turning the book around so I could see.
I was looking at that? What in the world. I checked the price. Sixteen thousand dollars. She must have noticed my eyes.
“As I said before, I can go as low as twelve thousand. We’ll scarcely make any money on this.”
I have to admit, even though I wasn’t quite sure what you would use a contraption like that for, it sure looked nice. Twelve thousand really wasn’t that much, considering. What the hell.
“Uh..” I started. How to start.
“Payment is, uhâ€¦” I hoped she’d finish for me. She did.
“Don’t worry sir, we won’t need to check your credit again.”
Again? Wait, if they ran my credit, that would meanâ€¦
“Ten percent down, and then the balance is up to you. Most of our customers secure financing on their own, but with your unique circumstances, that won’t be necessary. As I said before, you can just pay us twelve monthly payments on the balance. No interest.”
That did sound like a pretty good deal. What the hell.
“Ok,” I heard myself say.
“I’ll take it.”
That was just when I’d noticed the wedding band on my finger. When did I get married? I just hoped that my wife, whoever she was, wasn’t going to be angry at this purchase.
To be continuedâ€¦
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