Jesus Christ/In his car/Going so fast that the road is tar

Once in awhile there are moments that make a staunch Atheist such as myself wonder if maybe there really is some greater power divining your path in life, and doing good just for you.
Case in point:

I pulled into a rest stop this morning on the way to work to strech my legs, let the cold wake me up, and have a cigarette. As I'm coming out of the restroom and lighting my cigarette, I see two tour buses pull up. Out of both come streams of college-aged female athletes, from many different areas of sports, judging by their jackets and sweatshirts. And here I am, just starting my cigarette, thinking I'll have nothing to occupy my time. Thank the Maker...

Yeah, well, it's not like I'm going to do anything, so I just stand there doing my "Cool Mysterious Guy w/Cigarette" pose...
And of course then all the male athletes that were apparantly at the back of the buses start walking inside, and I silently curse to myself. The kind of guys who like wearing shorts in the winter - to borrow a phrase from my friend P. "drunkard business majors with nothing interesting to say".

So, false alarm. God's not in his heaven, all's right with the world.