Crazy coincidences

One night we had been 50 miles away checking on some property we owned. We came back to our city and decided to get a bite to eat. Our first choice was too crowded, so we went to the Greek Restaurant. When we pulled in the parking lot, a car pulled in beside us. It was my husband's sister and her husband. They live in another city and just happened to be there at dinnertime. We had a lovely dinner together!
 

I did a Club Med at Martinique.

One afternoon I was standing in line to take my turn at water skiing and started to chat with a young girl behind me. There were people from all over the world there, so I asked here where she was from. "I live on Tapa..." and then she stopped herself, realizing the context of where we were. "I'm from Virginia, in America" she replied. "Oh, really?" I said. Taking a chance, I said "What part of Tapawingo Road do you live on?" (being the road I lived on at the time.) She about freaked out!!! Turns out we lived up the road from each other, standing on a dock side-by-side on the island of Martinique, among folks from many nations.
 
My wife and I had gone down to Morro Bay with her mother and our dogs to go camping. After having brunch with a grade school friend I reconnected with just a few weeks earlier we walked down to the docks to take a walk. As we were walking I saw my sister on the dock with their dogs. We happened to see her just before she got on the boat her husband was moving from southern California to Sausilito where we never would have seen her. We had no idea the other was in Morro Bay. They were stuck there for a few days due to high winds at sea. If we hadn't walked that way at that time we never would have seen each other.
 
A couple of years ago I visited a very nice over 55 living facility in Washington State with the intention of narrowing down where my wife and I will move to when we get into our mid 80's and need to be closer to our adult children. It is a very small facility of only 100 apartments with all services provided. The Director invited me, and my son, to join them for lunch and upon learning that I was from South Carolina introduced me to two ladies who had moved there from our small town here in SC. One of the ladies turned out to be the sister of our lawyer, and the other had just moved across country from a neighborhood about two miles from my house.

I really enjoyed talking to those ladies, and kept wishing that my wife had made that trip with me. They greatly enjoyed living there.

And the meal was superb. We are planning to move out there in the next couple of years.
 
I was a teenager my boyfriend and I went on a double date with a girl in my class. She introduced me to her boyfriend and he said his name was Frank. I asked if he went to one of the local High Schools. He said no and told me what part of the city he lived in. I said "Gee that's funny I have a cousin named Frank that lives in that Neighborhood." Well sure enough he was my first cousin that I hadn't seen in years. His Dad was my Mom's older brother.
 
In Kenya, a bit of a ways from Mt. Kenya, watching the crocodiles feed on raw chicken parts from the restaurant they swim up to. I started to leave. This older woman asked me if I was the guy from Chicago. She had heard me talking to someone at the bar. I said I was. She introduced me to this young lady, a masseuse at the Ritz, who, it turned out, went to high school with my mom's second husband's oldest son, in Chicago. We spoke for less than a minute. She invited me back to her room that had hot and cold running water! Oh baby! I had been in the jungle for two weeks. You bet I wanted her, and her room, over yet another solo night in my tent. We had a very good night! In the morning, when I went back to camp, my safari buddies, three French guys, told me I won the award for the fastest pickup they had ever witnessed. Coming from those guys, I figured I had garnered life-time bragging rights. So - - - - -
 
C'est Moi said:
I met my best friend for lunch; we were both carrying the exact same handbag. My life is one adventure after another.
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You are a wild & crazy gal!

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"...and my brother Yortuk had the exact_same_bag!!!"​
 
Meeting my wife.... Figured out I was doomed from the start...
Late 84, I have had been seriously screwed over by my ex, and have no interest in a relationship...
So here I am on a 30 ft ladder repointing brickwork on the building my Boss owned, and I lived in.
My boss and coworker start flirting with these girls walking down the street. I'm ticked... we got work to do....
My wife was iffy, but her friend tells her" I know these guys, Party with them all the time..." Lie #1
Then a few minutes later lie #2... "She just turned 18"... a few days later they came by again, and we kinda hit it off, she started hanging out.
Helping some around the building... And a few months she moved in with me....
CRAZY?... Then
We figured out that she was related to my Stepmother by marriage, and we had actually gone to church together....
But Crazier....
My Ex and I lived in a 4 unit apt building.... 1st floor front..... At the same time She was Baby sitting in the rear upstairs apartment....
Now consider this..... I came back to this town in NY from NC to try and get the EX back.....
Ran into the Boss who I had work with a few years earlier... Because of the Ex's brother...

And to add this.... We got engaged at my cousins wedding....
The same Cousin that introduced me to the Ex to begin with....
 
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In order to understand this you have to be over 65. There used to be a TV program called, "What's My Line". One of the panel was a guy, Bennett Cerf. He was this big time book publisher. He always made these horrible puns. His sense of humor is what you think a book publisher would have. Pretty bad. Now, the time is 1969, and the place is NYC. I was in the US Navy at the time. I had gotten free tickets to see a Broadway show from the USO. My buddies and I are sitting there waiting for the curtain to go up, when someone mentions " Bennet Cerf". I give out this groan and launch into this tirade about his super bad puns, etc. I must have ranted for a good 15 minutes. I ran that guy to the ground. The lights dimmed for the start of the show. That's when I noticed the guy sitting directly in front of me was Bennet Cerf. His ear was about 20 inches away from my big mouth.
 
fuzzybuddy said:
In order to understand this you have to be over 65. There used to be a TV program called, "What's My Line". One of the panel was a guy, Bennett Cerf. He was this big time book publisher. He always made these horrible puns. His sense of humor is what you think a book publisher would have. Pretty bad. Now, the time is 1969, and the place is NYC. I was in the US Navy at the time. I had gotten free tickets to see a Broadway show from the USO. My buddies and I are sitting there waiting for the curtain to go up, when someone mentions " Bennet Cerf". I give out this groan and launch into this tirade about his super bad puns, etc. I must have ranted for a good 15 minutes. I ran that guy to the ground. The lights dimmed for the start of the show. That's when I noticed the guy sitting directly in front of me was Bennet Cerf. His ear was about 20 inches away from my big mouth.
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LOL!!!!!!

You and I must be related.

If I told an off-color joke about people from the northern end of some obscure Pacific island, you know who would be standing right behind me.

And I know who Bennett Cerf is...and Bill Cullen (a genuine class act.)

I gotta ask: did he react?
 
Coinkidinks? I've had a few.

Two of them happened with a woman I was seeing. She invited me to their house for her daughter's 21st birthday party. I arrived a few minutes early & I decided to sit in my car & wait across the street for a few minutes. There was only one car in the driveway. It was starting to get dark. A young man left the house & got into the car in the driveway. He started backing out without looking & bumped into the side of my car. THEN, HE STARTS DRIVING OFF. Apparently, he didn't see me in the car, so he figured he'd just get away with a hit & run.

I started following him. He immediately pulled over. He gets out of the car & the first thing he said was: "I'm sorry man....I didn't know I hit you." I said, "Then why did you pull over & stop?" Yeah.....he didn't feel a big impact like that.
We exchanged information, he drove off & I went back to the party. I didn't tell my girlfriend what happened - I didn't want to spoil her daughter's party.
A few minutes later, my girlfriend said to me, "Come & meet my daughter's fiancée."
Yup....he was Mr. Hit & Run. His face turned very white when he saw me; I guess he was afraid that I might tell people what he did. I smiled, shook hands & didn't say a word. Again, why spoil the party.

A few months later, another coinkidink involving the same family. My girlfriend & I were chatting about other jobs we've had. I told her I did Process Serving for several years. I told her how I had to be sneaky sometimes to get people to identify themselves. I was describing one particularly funny incident where an attorney was trying to avoid service after he ripped off a client & the client was suing him:
I walked into the office & his receptionist was on the phone & she told me, "Please wait just a minute." What happens is, the receptionist tells the attorney who I am & he says, "Tell him I'm not here."

I walked right past her & into the attorney's office. He was sitting at his desk & he got really angry that I just walked in & found him.
After I dropped the court summons on his desk, he asked, "How did you get in here?"
I said, "I just put one foot in front of the other & pushed." (smart ass, eh?)
He said, "I have a receptionist, you know."
I said, "I know....I saw her....She's absolutely gorgeous."
I noticed the horrified look on my girlfriend's face as I described the incident. I asked her why she was looking at me that way. She said, "That attorney is my daughter's fiancée's UNCLE."
 
I just recalled one of these when posting in the "JC Pennys Bankruptcy" thread.

My dad worked for Murhpys from the time he was a teenager until his death. He managed stores in Pennsylvania, Indiana, and Virginia. He left the store in Arlington VA around 1966 or so and moved to Richmond, VA.

Back then chain retail stores were still pretty much independent local businesses: he had his own buyers, payroll dept, accounts payable folks, a complete business infrastructure. Dad decided what to stock, what to buy, how much to charge for each item. He had way more than cashiers and stock clerks working for him. He was accountable for profit, loss, and gross sales.

So one evening around 2005 I'm sitting at Bob Evan's eating dinner, when the woman at the table next to me strikes up a conversation (she was with her husband, her adult daughter about my age and HER husband.) I'm one of those people who folks will do that with...don't know why. And I'm kinda the same way. I still remember, she leaned over and asked me if I spoke Polish! It was so random, but I think I reminded her of someone...or she thought I looked like someone who spoke Polish.

So anyway, we got to talking about stuff, and somehow my dad and his life with Murphys came up, and we discovered that the woman's other daughter worked from my father when she was a teenager 40 years ago!!!
 

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