Tuesday Morning Haunts Me

In my senior year of high school, a group of friends and I hung out several times a week.  Almost every night we spent together, we would go smoke hookah at a local spot that we had found.  Right down the street from our spot was a Tuesday Morning.  The store quickly became an in-joke between us because of how often we saw it, but it soon became more than that.  I regularly was over in that area due to a used bookstore that I frequented, and saw it even more.  Down the street from where I worked there was a Tuesday Morning, there was another near my grandmother's house.  Everywhere I visited on a regular basis I saw Tuesday Morning.  It quickly went from weird to uncanny.  Of course, all of these except the hookah lounge were already regular stops for me, it had simply never occurred to me how often I passed by.  It wasn't until a friend of mine noticed and pointed it out that I began to find Tuesday Mornings everywhere I went.  I googled the phenomenon at this point and learned about the Baader Meinhof phenomenon.  It was nice to have an explanation, but even so, Tuesday Morning still haunts me.