When is a door not a door?

When it's a coincidence!

Yesterday, after putting the last coat of paint on the side door to our garage, I entered the house, paintbrush in hand, to the sound of a ringing phone. It was my friend Margie, calling from New York. She asked how I was, and my response was, "Great! I just finished painting a door." Margie told me that she was waiting for someone to come and paint HER door (which was suffering from a deep cat scratch), but she didn't know if he was actually coming. We talked for a bit, but had to end the conversation abruptly when her door painter came to her door.

What are the odds of this bit of coincidence?