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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Ooh I have a friend in that vast place, maybe you know him?
While stranded at Bologna airport overnight thanks to the fuddery of a certain German airline company, my mum and I struck up a conversation with a fellow passenger. He was from New Zealand and on the 2nd leg of a 5-stage journey home.
When he told us he lived in Christchurch, I mentioned as a joke that we had a family friend who lived there too and perhaps he knew him.
Much hilarity followed.
Until I mentioned the guy's name...... and it turned out to be his best friend!
The connection was a useful one in sad circumstances some time later.... our friend had been ill and we hadn't heard from him in some time. We'd swapped email addresses with the guy in Bologna, and were able to get in touch with him and confirm our fears that our friend had passed away. A sad way for the story to finish, but without having had that spooky meeting we might never have heard what happened.
( , Wed 14 Feb 2007, 14:23, Reply)
While stranded at Bologna airport overnight thanks to the fuddery of a certain German airline company, my mum and I struck up a conversation with a fellow passenger. He was from New Zealand and on the 2nd leg of a 5-stage journey home.
When he told us he lived in Christchurch, I mentioned as a joke that we had a family friend who lived there too and perhaps he knew him.
Much hilarity followed.
Until I mentioned the guy's name...... and it turned out to be his best friend!
The connection was a useful one in sad circumstances some time later.... our friend had been ill and we hadn't heard from him in some time. We'd swapped email addresses with the guy in Bologna, and were able to get in touch with him and confirm our fears that our friend had passed away. A sad way for the story to finish, but without having had that spooky meeting we might never have heard what happened.
( , Wed 14 Feb 2007, 14:23, Reply)
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