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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lost touch with my best mate from high school
.....hadn't spoken to her for years. We used to do that thing frequently where you're thinking of your mate and lo and behold the phone rings and it's them...
Tripping gaily out of the supermarket with shopping, approached some very old dears selling raffle tickets. Lovely big hampery-type first prize, and they're raising money for burn victims. Three tickets later and I'm on my way, done a good deed and might win a prize to boot.
I get a call a couple of weeks later, from my long lost friend. She'd been shopping, seen some old dears selling raffle tickets and upon flipping through the raffle book for her lucky numbers saw my name. The rest is history.
The suburbs we bought the tickets in are a 45 minute drive apart....
Still makes me wonder...
( , Wed 14 Feb 2007, 6:52, Reply)
.....hadn't spoken to her for years. We used to do that thing frequently where you're thinking of your mate and lo and behold the phone rings and it's them...
Tripping gaily out of the supermarket with shopping, approached some very old dears selling raffle tickets. Lovely big hampery-type first prize, and they're raising money for burn victims. Three tickets later and I'm on my way, done a good deed and might win a prize to boot.
I get a call a couple of weeks later, from my long lost friend. She'd been shopping, seen some old dears selling raffle tickets and upon flipping through the raffle book for her lucky numbers saw my name. The rest is history.
The suburbs we bought the tickets in are a 45 minute drive apart....
Still makes me wonder...
( , Wed 14 Feb 2007, 6:52, Reply)
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