Immediately upon entering the store, about five steps in, I heard a completely different person (at the customer service desk) say, "Happy belated birthday!" The timing made this stand out in my mind right away and I thought, "OK, what's going on here right now?"
At the end of the day, my wife and I dropped a load of stuff off at the Goodwill near where we are staying. She spotted a pile of stuff that somebody had left near another thrift store that just closed its doors, so we went to check it out. I had recently decided that I needed some clothes for job interviews. When I got there, I found a garbage bag full of clothes that are exactly my midget size. This might not seem like a big deal to you. If that's the case, you're obviously not a 5'5'' grown man.
I was reminded of birthdays as a young kid, when you get all the stuff you need -- a year's worth of socks, underwear, and pants -- but none of the toys you were asking for. LOL. So, "Happy birthday to me," I thought. (It isn't literally my birthday for the record)
This begged the question, "So to whom do I owe these thanks?"
That's when I pulled this out of the bag:
And was reminded of the 1008 names of God. (There wasn't a phone in the box)
I don't know if there's a more clear way that the universe could tell a person that they are being Divinely taken care of, kept in a safe way, if you will. Thank you, Sri Ganesha. OM Gam Ganapataye Namaha!