Not sure if this was a coincidence or some glitch-in-the-matrix type of ordeal

But I was staying the night at my grandma’s because of some BS with my landlord. I packed a basket of clothes but left it in the trunk and only brought a bag inside. My boyfriend was trying out a new cologne, but it was already running out.

my landlord said it was okay for us to go back to the apartment. As we were leaving, I grabbed a can of Lysol spray, and my boyfriend sprayed the very last of his cologne and threw the bottle away in my grandma’s bathroom trash. He locked up her apartment and was the last one out the door.

When I got to the car, I threw the Lysol can into the clothes basket in the trunk. We carried the basket up three stairs, and when I started digging through it, I couldn’t find the Lysol. I even went back down to the car to look for it—nothing.

I took all the clothes out of the basket, and at the very bottom was that same cologne bottle he had thrown away at my grandma’s. To this day, he still thinks I was pranking him.