Spoooky Coincidence
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
B3ta's very own Fraser was once a cycle courier. On one job out to docklands his radio gave out, so he had to find a public phonebox to ring back to base.
He'd just located one when it began to ring. Picking it up, it was (obviously) a wrong number, but Fraser recognised the voice. Turned out it was a mate of his he hadn't seen for ages.
What spoooky* coincidences have you encountered?
* spoooky should always have three o's. 100% fact
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 14:07)
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my mate stocky...
went out on the lash on a tuesday night, passed out in the street and had his wallet and phone nicked. he then wandered off down to the station for a sit down and a think. two blokes wandered past and offered to help him out (brighton being a friendly place), so they helped him phone up and cancel his cards and his phone and stuff and then walked him home.
as he's not one to see a favour go unrewarded he invited them to the party he was having at his house the next day. we were stood in the garden listening to the story when the blokes in question arrived, and one of them turned out to be a lad I'd worked with in an office in sheffield about 5 years previously. for some reason this didn't throw me and I managed a cheery "hello toby!" while he just stood there pointing and going "you...how...what?"
:)
joyous.
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 16:27, Reply)
went out on the lash on a tuesday night, passed out in the street and had his wallet and phone nicked. he then wandered off down to the station for a sit down and a think. two blokes wandered past and offered to help him out (brighton being a friendly place), so they helped him phone up and cancel his cards and his phone and stuff and then walked him home.
as he's not one to see a favour go unrewarded he invited them to the party he was having at his house the next day. we were stood in the garden listening to the story when the blokes in question arrived, and one of them turned out to be a lad I'd worked with in an office in sheffield about 5 years previously. for some reason this didn't throw me and I managed a cheery "hello toby!" while he just stood there pointing and going "you...how...what?"
:)
joyous.
( , Thu 8 Feb 2007, 16:27, Reply)
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