What a Coincidence

 After yesterday’s heavy-duty synchro spiel, here’s the lighter side,  sent by Nancy McMoneagle:

A chicken farmer went to the local bar and sat next to a woman and ordered champagne.

“How strange,” the woman said. “I also just ordered a glass of champagne.”

“What a coincidence,” said the farmer.  “It’s a special day for me. I’m celebrating.”

“It’s a special day for me, too,” the woman exclaimed. “I’m also celebrating.”

While they toasted, the man asked, “What’re you celebrating?”

“My husband and I have been trying for years to have a child and today, my gynecologist told me that I’m pregnant!”

“What a coincidence,” said the man. “I’m a chicken farmer and for years, all my hens were infertile. But now they are all set to lay fertilized eggs.”

“That’s awesome,” the woman said. “What did you do for your chickens to become fertile?”

“I used a different rooster,” he replied.

The woman smiled. “Well, what a coincidence.”