Cats and a haircut

I used to work as a vet in Burnley in Lancashire but moved to Lincolnshire more than a few years ago. Anyway, about six months or so after having moved I made a return journey to Lancashire to visit my friends and while I was there I decided to get my hair cut at my previous "usual" barbers. As I was sat in the chair, chatting away, the barber asked me how I was getting on in my new job. The lady in the chair next to mine overheard that I was a vet and now living in Lincolnshire and mentioned that her daughter also lived in Lincolnshire and had a cat. In fact, the cat had been to the vets the previous day. (You can see where this is going can't you?) "Where does she live?" I asked. "Woodhall Spa", was the reply. So I asked for the daughter's name and her cat's, and sure enough, I was the vet who had attended to the cat twenty four hours earlier. The chances of this happening depend on so many unrelated factors - my visit to Lancashire; deciding to get the haircut; the timing of both; the lady in the next chair deciding to have her hair done at that time; the daughter living in the village where she does and having a cat; the cat being ill, and me being on duty at the right moment.