luck, your story reminded me
The 1st time (no internet then) I had to re-cone my 15" woofers made in 1956, I was worried they were too old to repair. I put on my John Lennon Tie for Good Karma. I put them in sturdy boxes, they weigh 37 lbs each.
On the way to work I went to pro shop near the Holland Tunnel, double parked, lugged them inside without a word, and went to park. Unbelievably, NYC, got a spot right away.
Got inside, a technician examines, sure enough, they have cloth surrounds, they don't do that, only foam, cannot tell you who could, good luck.
Downhearted, I mutter in my mind: Geez, no Karma today (except the parking spot).
One foot out the door, another guy who was listening says 'Kevin might be able to fix them", tells the cashier to give me Kevin's tel. #. "Nice Tie" he says, disappears into the back room.
I wore that tie when I dropped them off with Kevin, a dude who worked out of his apartment.
Bingo, fixed. Is that the definition of Karma?