I've been pulled over twice by the same cop...
...for the same reason... (busted taillight.)

Coincidence? Not really. I think he thinks I'm a Mexican because of my cheap, beat car. That would make him a racist. Which it's not unlikely for cops to be.
(Zoidberg Jr - Food, you say?, Wed 14 Feb 2007, 0:44, Reply)

Odd
On the way to work I listen to my iPod through the car stereo, over the past three days it has played the same song at the same point of the journey even though it is set to play random songs.
The song?
Know your Enemy by Rage against the Machine.
I think my iPod is telling me to get a new job.
( Terry Oblong There's nobody here but us chickens on, Wed 14 Feb 2007, 0:14, Reply)

Last night
I was telling my husband about Pinter's People with Kevin Eldon and Bill Bailey, while he turned on the laptop. He logged into myspace to find a message from a guy working backstage for that exact play.
( moogy boobles, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 22:30, Reply)

they're following me
moved up north 12+ yrs ago never kept in touch with me southern mates anyway i needed a wee bit of building work doing so rang round a few places for quotes who turned up but one of me mates from school i was gobsmacked so much so had to take him on for the job 3mnth later work complete decide to cheat and get someone in to decorate bugger me another mate from school appeared gave him the job too maybe we have a south north invasion going on or that i wasnt aware of. i currently have a leak that needs fixing am dreading who will turn up tomorrow thou knowing my luck it wont be a mate it'll be me x-mother inlaw or sommit
(keels kj, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 22:24, Reply)

More sad than spoooky but it's a corker...
A couple of months ago I broke up with my boyfriend of 20 months. The guy in question was my first love, so it hit me pretty hard. The night it happened, I decided I would go to see my friend Joe, who was in on the situation and also pretty fucking good at cheering me up. So onto the night bus I hopped, to arrive sobbing on his doorstep at 2am. He cracked open the Stoli and we drank the entire bottle, until I was too pissed to care any more or, you know, form coherent sentences. By 4am we stumbled upstairs to bed.

(Now you'll need a little backstory here. For my 16th birthday one of my gifts was a small hollow heart made out of moulded leather, with a flap in the back so you could keep small change, or whatever, inside. It came with a clip and I kept it on my favourite bag, clipped to the strap. It was this same bag that I took to my friend's house.)

I woke up the next morning with the worst hangover I ever had (crying too much gives me a headache, weirdly) and Joe still zonked out beside me. From my prone position on the bed I surveyed my surroundings, and my eyes fixed onto my bag on the floor. Next to it, having both split in half, and its clasp crushed, was the little heart. It had obviously broken some time in the night, probably when one of us put an oafish drunken foot wrong, but I certainly don't remember doing it.

And that was the night my heart broke.

(Cry? the absurdity of it actually made me laugh like a loon, which must have seemed very odd to Joe who was woken up by my crazed giggling and enquired what was funny, to be met with the reply "My heart's broken" choked out between guffaws. My mother cried when I told her though. Soft Sod.)

Length? Nothing spectacular, why do you think we broke up ;)
(Annor, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 22:10, Reply)

Yahoo Personals
I was messing about on the net and showed my friends how to look up the personal ads for our local area. Laughing heartily at the pictures we come across a pic of my mate from school. Who I'd spent the night with the week before. Well, him or his identical twin brother. Needless to say we have yet to repeat what happened THAT night.

Edit: Obviously I know which brother I stayed with. I'm not a complete slag. Just wasn't sure with the picture.
(Medibot, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 21:44, Reply)

Post office coincidence
When I was a student we had to go and visit the big post office in London to see how it worked. On the way my friend posted a letter to her mate.

During the incredibly exciting tour around the post office we were shown the sorting area where there were about 6 or 7 giant mail sorters - look a bit like massive cement mixers, with thousands of letters in them.

At one point the lady giving the tour put her hand into one of sorters and pulled out a letter. Yeah, you guessed it - it was my friend's letter! Same hand writing, same address everything. It was only an hour after she posted it so must have been picked up pretty much straight after we left. It was pretty unbelieveable.

She also told us the sorting machines can only read 2nd class stamps, so if you put lots of little stamps on your letter up to the value of 2nd class it will automatically go first class.
(Dread Pirate Roberts, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 20:57, Reply)

Valentines Day and Christmas?
Is it a spoooky coincidence that Valentines Day falls on the exact day that all the SOBs are let out of the dog house for whatever misdemeanor occured over Christmas?

EDIT
There's still time to pop to the all-night garage for a card and roses.
EDIT
( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 20:30, Reply)

the spooky* thing is
I was listening to my chemical romance and fallout boy the other day, and all of a sudden got the urge to apply eyeliner, grow a lop-sided fringe and dye it black, constantly frown and generally adopt an "oh woe is me" attitude to life

*ok, so it's not spooky enough to deserve 3 o's.
(Handel blah blah blah, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 20:07, Reply)

Spoke to this elderly woman in work a few months back...
She was calling in because at the time I was helping out with the remedial work on "telephony repair". Boring as feck, but easy enough.

Anyhows, she rings in saying that she called in yesterday (which was Thursday) to complain about not having any dial tone from us, and they told her that due to a shortage of workers for that period, we couldn't get anyone out until Monday. What she failed to mention was that she was on Lifeline, a registered service for the elderly/handicapped which alerts the Police when a panic button is pressed. Unfortunately, the side-effect of this service is that if there is no dial tone, then the Police see it as the Panic Button activating.

So....the police turn up on the Thursday night knocking on her door. She's a bit deaf and totally oblivious to the commotion outside, sitting in front of the telly which is blasting. The cops fear the worst and kick her front door in, bursting into the living room shouting and balling. She nearly died from the shock bless her.

And what was she watching at the time? "The Bill" :D - when she told me, I said she must've accidentally pressed "Interactive" on the remote :)
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 19:58, Reply)

wrt ESP post below....
...that's uncanny. Me missus watches all the soaps on the telly and always knows precisely when and where a character/characters are doing stuff/having a drink/isgoing to die/is going to be murderered/is having babies/will have unknown siblings/will get divorced etc etc well before the program is aired.

There again, she does read these fecking "Inside Soap" mags. We may as well not have a telly.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 19:46, Reply)

I was listening to David Bowie on my mp3 player

and nothing happened that resembled the lyrics - mainly because the lyrics make NO FUCKING SENSE WHATSOEVER.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 18:33, Reply)

ESP in our house.
My mum knows exactly when 'Ze murderer is about to beee revelealed' following a week-long murder-mystery series, *

And chooses that exact time to burst in and talk loudly over it.

Without fucking fail.

* or Neighbours, Hollyoaks, anything where some woman's about to get her rat out, the punchline to any joke by Billy Connolly or associated story-based comedian, good bits with Cartman in South Park, or when I'm enjoying a really good bollock-scratch.

Edit : She's actually doing it right NOW.
(ArfurDaley Must try harder., Tue 13 Feb 2007, 18:25, Reply)

Now this is *REALLY* Spooky...
Driving down the M6 a few years back, I saw a black Calibra, exactly like my mate's, on the hard shoulder.

'Shit!.. thinks I, does the honorable thing, goes to pull onto the hard shoulder to reverse back.

Except I couldn't, because a black Vectra Estate was also reversing down the hard shoulder towards them.

As I'm pulling in after it, a Red MR2 pulls onto the shoulder, and heads back as well.

----

My mate had lend his Calibra to his parents, who had a burst tyre. Randomly, he happened to be passing in his works' Vectra on his way to a job. I was on my way down south to see another mate, completely unconnected.

The lad in the MR2 was another good friend of ours on his way to to a job interview in Wigan.

What makes it even more insaaaanely coincidental is that we hadn't seen each other for about 6-8 months, it was about 2 in the afternoon, and there was no bugger else on the motorway.

Spoooooooky. And Stuff.

None of us completed our respective missions, and went to the pub to celebrate and discuss this immediately. The End.
(ArfurDaley Must try harder., Tue 13 Feb 2007, 18:17, Reply)

most of these aren't very spooky
And neither is mine.

I've recently been wanting to watch Conan the Barbarian, pretty badly, and then last Saturday I saw a theater marque that said it was playing at midnight, and I didn't know about it till that moment. I know, not interesting at all, right? Well, when I sent emails about it to people to see if they wanted to do I talked about the Baader-Meinhof phenomenom, the process in your mind where you find retarded connections, often along the lines of "hey, I was just thinking that!"

And then a day later I look at B3TA and see the question of the week, which isn't necessarily connected to the Baader-Meinhof stuff, but a ton of the replies are.

www.damninteresting.com/?p=417
(denki, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 18:01, Reply)

Old flamer
Whilst at school I was only ever besotted with one girl. She was the only one who would speak to me. When we left school we went our own ways.

Once in the world of work I would catch the tram to and from my workplace for five years until eventually I bought a house in walking distance.

On the very last day of making the journey, I spotted her. She had been doing the journey for the past two years and I'd never seen her before then. Since I didn't need to do the journey again, I've not seen her since.

(Using the wisdom of ages, I realise now that when she would take me into her confidence and be all smiles and gossipy, and I thought I was special to her, she would of course then bad mouth me to whoever else she happened be with at other times. She was now working as an IT job agent).
(chutneyweasel, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 17:24, Reply)

Not very spoooky
I think I read somewhere that if you are in room with about fifty people, the chances that two will have the same birthday is very high. So high that you could probably make some money by betting on it with the people in the room. I do not know the mathematics, but I am sure you do.

Also, imagine you listen to your i-pod every day. Maybe, about twenty songs. How many lyrics are there? It would be a bit odd if every once or so, life did not match your songs. This happened to me one morning when I was listening to 'Everybody hurts' by REM just as a little boy fell over and hurt his knee. And back in 1991, when I was in London, a friend was playing some of his old punk records while the t.v. was on with the sound off. When 'Babylon is Burning' by the Ruts came on, the news was showing Iraq in flames. But it failed to show a white man in the Hammersmith Palais, the World turning Day-glo, or Anarchy breaking out in the UK.

Well, you don't think that clearly after an eighth of an ounce of L'herbe de Libanon.

I was walking round a delicatessen that specialises in British food the other week though and as Musical Youth's 'Pass the Dutchy' came on my i-pod, I was passing some produce from the Organic Dutchy Originals brand...and it was on my left-hand side.

Now that was spooky.

EZ
(E-mail Zola Son of Che, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 17:08, Reply)

This one's true - just happened!
In the throes of terminal boredom, I was pushing a bent paperclip into a biro top and flexing it. The top shot off the clip, bounced off my screen and richocheted up my cuff. What are the chances of that? I bet if tried to do that, I would have to do it 47,345 times.

Now you know what I did this morning.
(frankspencer, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 16:30, Reply)

My Dad
He is South African but has been out of the country since the age of 20. Living in Thailand, England and now Mauritius.

About 3/4 years ago whilst we were still in Milton Keynes, England my Dad saw an ad for a South African food store near us. Eager to go buy some SA delicacies we set off unexpecting such an amazing coincidence.

So we buy our food and go to pay for it. Casually my Dad starts a conversation with the man behind the till. Old guy about 53 with no hair. He was Southa African (obviously) so my Dad asked him where he was from in SA. Durban he said. Cool, cool Durban was where he was from. What part of Durban. Umbillo. This was pretty cool, Umbillo was probably the size of a large village/town but was still quite a coincidence.

Then my Dad asked what road he used to live on. Turns out the guy lived a max of 50 yards from my Dad growing up, and my Dad had been best friends with his brother till he died in a motorcycling accident.

This guy has become our closest family friend and our whole family loves him. We can all trust him for anything and he's such a wonderful person.

So from a small road in Umbillo, Durban, South Africa to a small new city in England. The world is a small place.

Length, yeah.
(TonyK, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 16:23, Reply)

Spoooky ghost
I was once cycling down the Saville Row when I almost hit a tiny, dead ghost by the kerb!!
It was spoooky, and oh so sad.
But on closer inspection it was a carrier bag.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 16:18, Reply)

stretching it
I was once part of an extreme submersible dive to the bottom of the Marianas Trench, the lowest and most inaccessible point known to man. The pressure per square inch down there is enough to destroy all organic life. Just a handful of people have ever made it to the bottom in a tiny sphere of metre-thick titanium with mineral crystal observation holes.

As I peered out of the tiny six-inch diameter hole I could dimly make out a figure in the halogen beams. I squinted to discern the figure, and it swam close to the window. It was a human face, pressed against the crystal ... speaking.

I forced my head against the hull to hear the words, and made out an eerie bubbling voice: "Actually, ALL life is organic.

Apeloverage. Fancy meeting you here.
(frankspencer, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 16:14, Reply)

I met up with a mate of mine
who had come down to t'London from Newcastle way for a couple of days. we sat in a pub and got merrily smashed. We started talking about the good old days, as you do, and old mates, including the lad who once shat in the bath and, another time, called us over as he was having a shit. Yeah, he was odd. Now, we're getting pretty drunk and decide it must be home time (about 5pm I believe) and wander out of Soho and onto Oxford Street. About half way up the road, I bump into someone. I'm about to hurl some drunken abuse his way when i realise it's this lad we'd been talking about. He was in London for one day. I thought he was in the Navy, but he'd been dishonourably discharged (sounds disgusting), and was about to go back oop north. Spoooky.
( mrlogic is copying your beard, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 16:03, Reply)

my name is warren*....
and I have 50 rabbits living up my bum*

*not really

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 15:52, Reply)

I'm a great fan of Bruce Willis

and I have a small, furry rodent balancing on my head.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 15:44, Reply)

*Shudder*
I was once hit by a flying haunted one pence piece.

It was certainly a spooky coin-cidence
(tarbin tarbis, tarbit, tarbamus, tarbimus, tarbant, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 15:32, Reply)

A relevant one!
I met an old schoolfriend on Wembley Central platform in London. Considering we're both from Dublin where she thought I was still living and I thought she was still living in Benidorm...that's a strange coincidence! We shared a few flats together over the years and we're still in touch. Even weirder, we both now live in Galway (well she's in the Aran Islands but close enough!).
Hahaha, the wicked weed hasn't stolen all my memories after all!
( sneep used to date Freddie Starr's hamster, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 15:27, Reply)

A strange one
I was once driving back home from a festival up in Scotland, still tripping slightly on a tab of acid I'd had the previous day, when I passed a recovery truck towing a red Toyota Corolla with the back end smashed in. When I got home 4 hours later I found out that my parents had been rear-ended that day in their red Toyota Corolla (same model). Odd eh?

Oh, and this was also the same festival that someone died at only a few hours after I left. They died in a car crash. Report on BBC news here.

A friend of mine who was there also told me that the woman driving was named 'Karma'.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 15:23, Reply)

my and the girlfriend
share the same birthday. A couple of years ago we were on holiday together in the south of switzerland for our joint birthday. We were in Montreux the night before the big day and she says 'shall we open one of our presents now and the rest tomorrow?'. It was at this point that I realised I'd completely forgotten to get her a present. Next morning I highfooted it out of the hotel under the guise of 'I just need to get your card'. I proceeded to run around Montreux panic buying presents, getting the shops to wrap them etc. I sneak them back into the room and all is well until the unwrapping of the presents. Girlfriend says 'That's a spooky coincedence...every thing you got me seems to be from Montreux'. Yup, Every sodden item i'd bought had an engraved box which mentioned ..blahh blahh sunglass shop from Montreux, blaah blaah jewelery store, Montreux etc. I tried to encourage the belief that I'd bought all items in London and it was just chance that we happened to be in the actual place all the stuff came from originally. She was having none of it.
Luckily enough, knowing I was probably going to get rumbled, I'd managed to empty me ball bags into her several times the night before. Sure as hell got sod all on the day!
Not really a spooky coincedence as it turned out.
Obviously if the QOTW next week is 'stupid things you've done as a result of long term cannabis use' I'll be sorted. Sadly, I'll probably have forgotten this story by then. ho-hum..
( sneep used to date Freddie Starr's hamster, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 15:18, Reply)

Argentinians getting everywhere...
When I was at school there were a couple of Argentinian girls in the year above me who I got to know through a friend. A few years later I started university in London, and got to know another Argentinian while we were skulking outside the non-smoking halls having a fag. After a couple of days it turned out that he was from the same tiny village as the girls at my school.

36 million Argentinians in the world, 30 thousand (apparently) schools in the UK, 126 universities in the UK...
( yes yes yes man oi mate, someone's writtten 'bum' on your neck, Tue 13 Feb 2007, 14:53, Reply)