Maybe there was something to that whole eleven eleven thing after all...

I first noticed the "eleven eleven" phenomenon when I lived in Oakland. We had the VCR right under the television, and whenever I looked at it it said 11:11. Given that I watched the eleven o'clock news a lot, that's not too surprising.
Then I started noticing it in the car, where I had a digital clock. Of course, now it could be 11:11 am, or 1:11 pm, or even, if I was out late enough, 1:11am.
Then it started getting really weird, as I kept noticing other eleven eleven things, like taxi cab numbers, addresses (the most famous incident being the building across the street from where I was shopping in New York City that had its address, Number Eleven, written out twice on the awning out front; from where I was standing, of course, it read twice: eleven eleven), and people's telephone numbers ending in 1111.
The whole thing spiraled out of control after that, with a fairly constant barrage of elevens and ones in my field of vision.
My ladyfriend, bless her, didn't believe in any of this shit. Sure, it was weird, but what could it possibly be, other than some meaningless coincidence?
Then, the night I went into the hospital, she's reading a hospital brochure in the waiting room, more out of desperation than a real desire for information. Now, please remember, this is the 29th of November. If you add those numbers, of course, that eleven for November and eleven for two plus nine...
Then she flips over the brochure and sees the address for the hospital: 111 South 11th Street

Hey, I'm amazed that I made it, too...