During a roughly 12-mile ramble through Sunnyside, Woodside, East Williamsburg, and everywhere in-and-around, I crossed a parking lot at the Queens Atrium Corporate Center in Long Island City. The parking lot, almost completely empty of cars, revealed the sequential pattern of the parking spots.
Nothing surprising.
2 followed 1.
8 followed 7.
57 preceded 56.
But then I get to 69, and 89. All at once the sequence disrupted and I faced a 20-count gap. How could this be?
Aha, the 69 is no 69, nor is the 89 89. These are some perfectly inverted numbers that conspiracists would say deliberately exist to sow confusion.
