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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Canadian plumber dad.
On my way to Canada to meet Jon *******. Jon lives in St Catharines, but his parents are up in Muskoka. The area up there is very pretty, and there are many holiday cottages up there, and Jon's dad, a plumber, finds most of his work servicing them.
So I'm standing in the customs queue at Toronto, along with several hundred others. I start chatting with the couple standing in front of me. They're Canadian, on the way back from a holiday. It was a typical queue conversation; how long this is taking, yeah I know, so have you just been on holiday? etc.
They reveal they're on their way back home, then heading to their cottage...
...in Muskoka.
Oh, thinks I, that's quite a co-incidence. I wonder if...
"I don't suppose you know the name of your plumber up there?"
"Sure, it's Mr *******."
Six degrees of seperation. Proof.
( , Sun 11 Feb 2007, 14:23, Reply)
On my way to Canada to meet Jon *******. Jon lives in St Catharines, but his parents are up in Muskoka. The area up there is very pretty, and there are many holiday cottages up there, and Jon's dad, a plumber, finds most of his work servicing them.
So I'm standing in the customs queue at Toronto, along with several hundred others. I start chatting with the couple standing in front of me. They're Canadian, on the way back from a holiday. It was a typical queue conversation; how long this is taking, yeah I know, so have you just been on holiday? etc.
They reveal they're on their way back home, then heading to their cottage...
...in Muskoka.
Oh, thinks I, that's quite a co-incidence. I wonder if...
"I don't suppose you know the name of your plumber up there?"
"Sure, it's Mr *******."
Six degrees of seperation. Proof.
( , Sun 11 Feb 2007, 14:23, Reply)
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