A religious man, I am not. I believe in a higher power, one that I can’t begin to understand and I believe that there is an order to the universe. The idea that things happen for a reason, and typically that reason isn’t clear to little old me.

I also believe that whatever force is responsible for me being in this life, at this moment, has an absolutely fantastic sense of humor. A Carlin, Bruce, Letterman, Miller (the old Dennis, before he went right-wing nut-job), Black, Stewart, Leary amalgamation.

This bit of personal philosophy is meant to be background to the following real life moment.

Yesterday, I traveled to Indianapolis to attend some meetings for my employer.

When I got to the Indiana capital’s Westin hotel–I found that my company’s meeting was not the biggest event at the hotel. No, that distinction went to the other little event the hotel was hosting. It was the headquarters hotel for The 51st National Convention meeting of The Girl Scouts.

That’s right, kids. 11,000 girl scouts and their leaders were in town. Many staying in my hotel.

I checked in, pulled my suitcase through a crowded lobby, and got on an elevator.

And then I laughed. Out loud.

Alas, I had to leave and return home before the convention hit its full stride this weekend. But for the record, the girl scouts were just fine. Their leaders were, at times, a bit cranky. At least around me.

But seriously, a convention of Girl Scouts? Tell me that isn’t someone (or some power) just screwing with me.

Because they can.