Oddly Enough

What are the odds that on a day I'm wearing a baseball cap (which is no longer fooling anybody . . . if it ever was . . .), I would walk into a place of business and be offered a sweet new cap sporting the logo of said business? And that I would warn them that I'm not about to remove my current cap, and they pshaw me into doing it? (I'm a pushover - those odds were pretty good.) And that the new cap would be fancy and non-adjustable so I'd have to try on more than one to find the right size?

And as if that weren't enough, what are the odds that I would then have to put said cap on backwards because the bill is in the way of my camera, and then forget about the cap and chat with various people I don't know well (or at all) with my hat all backwards like a skater and three of my children running around my ankles?

And finally, what are the odds that in the last 13 years I've bought 25 phillips screwdrivers and 1 slotted screwdriver, and yet in my tool drawer I have 25 slotted screwdrivers and ZERO phillips screwdrivers?