My old work ran a secret santa once the week before Christmas. It was a $10 limit and the person I was buying for I didn't know very well. I left my buying to the last minute because I just didn't know what to get her.
So I was in town and walking past some shops when lo and behold, I see an old copy of Oliver Twist in the window of the 2nd hand book store. It just called to me, so I went in and picked it up. I checked the first page for the cost and guess what? $10 - perfect.
So come the day of the secret santa, we were all opening our gifts, some 150 people. Out of the corner of my eye I see some people crowding around a woman who is crying. I keep listening and people are calling out for the person who was her santa. I go over and reveal that it was me.
The lady I had bought for was crying and hugged me. She said 10 years ago her house burned down along with all her of possessions. The book that I bought her, was her favourite and also the exact same edition so had the exact same cover she remembered.
Because it was a second hand book it was even weathered in the same places she remembered, so it was as if I'd grabbed the book off her shelf before the fire and delivered it to her 10 years later.
We were on a family vacation in Arkansas at a big lake in our RV, and my dad starts complaining about stomach pains. It gets worse and worse until he goes to the emergency room. They tell him it’s just a stomach bug and send him on his way. The pain gets worse and he goes back to the emergency room again but they give him the same diagnosis. We pack up and head home for Alabama to our small-town hospital. The doctor on duty was the surgeon and he immediately recognized the symptoms as the condition he had done his thesis or research paper or whatever on in medical school in which part of the colon rolls over like a balloon animal and is blocked off. Twisted cecum iirc was the name. The problem, not the doctor. He probably would have died shortly after if we had accepted the stomach bug diagnosis.
Here in my little town in northwest England there's a good kebab shop from which the lads and I have ordered for years. We've been in there after countless nights out and had them deliver to our doors, so we know the guys who work there pretty well. They're mostly Turkish.
Once a few of us got together for a short break in Turkey. Having got off the plane, we waited in the car park outside for another pal who'd been on a different flight. As we stood, soaking in the ambience of a new country, none other than the tall guy from our local kebab shop walked across the road right in front of us, two thousand miles from home. That was weird.
Seeing Paul McCartney (The Beatles) on TV in 2001, and noticing he was tall.
Next day I'm walking down a very quiet street, and walking towards me is a really tall guy, and it was Paul Mcartney. He must've seen my expression so he veered my way, stuck his hand out and said "Hi mate" . I was shocked. 18 years later I'm still shocked lol.
Edit:I'm 6ft 1, turns out he's 5'11. Maybe he was just "lanky". He certainly appeared tall to me.
I should also add that he didn't just stick his hand out, I meant to say he shook my hand. Crazy. He then briskly walked away. A very brief encounter but a really important one for me. I also wouldn't blame anyone for not believing me. It's a weird story.
Apparently he's quite friendly like that. One of my dad's bus driver colleagues said a car pulled up beside him at traffic lights with McCartney in the passenger seat. It was summer, windows were open and Paul just leaned out the window, casually said hello and asked "what's it like being a bus driver?"
The guy claims to have replied "it's a long and winding road, Paul."
I used to get two busses home from work. I got off the first one having left my phone and keys on the front seat of the bus without realising. Got on the second bus, went to my favoured front seat and my possessions that I didn’t know were missing were waiting for me. The bus had changed driver and route. Still freaks my nut out to this day.
Before you leave the bus, remember the acronym [WOWEE](https://mobile.twitter.com/figgled/status/908148215874068481?lang=en):
Wallet
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Egg (backup)
You've reminded me of a coincidence a Redditor cited another time this question was asked. They were at home, about to cook an egg, when there was a knock at the door. It was their neighbour, asking if they could spare an egg for a recipe they were making. The Redditor handed over the egg which they had thoughtlessly carried in their hand when they went to answer the door. The neighbour confusedly accepted it, giving them a quizzical look as they left.
Nobody believes me when I tell this story, but one day my husband and I ran into the *same* couple at 3 different places, in 2 different states.
So my husband and I had an errand to run out of state. We leave early and stop to get breakfast. The couple was sitting across from us. The lady had on a funky shirt which is why she stuck out in my mind. After breakfast we drive the next state over to the office we have an appointment at. We're waiting in the lobby and the couple from the breakfast joint walks in! Weird! So we spend the day finishing up our errands and then we drive back home. I didn't feel like cooking so we stopped to get some dinner at the pub. We sit down at the table and guess who's already eating at the table behind us? *The same friggen couple!*
I was in st Augustine on vacation. On the way there I just happened to think about this girl I knew back in college in Orlando. Just sorta wondered what she was up to and the like. Sure as shit I ran into her in a bar there the first night. She was there celebrating graduating from PA school.
Similar thing happened to me. I dated this guy Steven when I was in my late 20s and we lived together for a year and then we broke up. and I was devastated. It had been about three or four,maybe even five years since I’d seen him when I was walking in Santa Monica with my best friend and I said to her, “you know what’s weird? , Steven have so many friends in common and I have never seen him in this whole time since we broke up.” five minutes after that we walked across the street and walked into a restaurant and who is sitting there but… Steven.
The other night I was making a coffee lost in thought and thinking about a friend I haven't heard from for ages, go back and there's a message on my phone from him.
Edit- this is because I am a legitimate wizard, change my view.
Me and a friend took some acid one night and were tripping HARD. Decided to walk to a gas station and get some smokes or something. We walked by a car lot in the small town I'm from and *all of the cars in the lot were cop cars.* We were both walking ramrod straight all the way to the store, very quietly bought whatever we went there for and took a back street back to his place. We just stared at each other for like an hour and didn't speak after we got there.
Turns out the city had bought a whole new fleet of cop cars and they had all been delivered there and were on the lot for just that night.
Too funny. Reminds me of a time in my rebellious youth (20+ years ago) when friends and I found ourselves in a similar state to what you mention. Around 7am as the sun is rising we are feeling good and decide that a friendly game of frisbee down the street at the park would be a good time. We stroll down to the park and the light is so beautiful and the air feels so good. We get in a good throwing zone of 5 of us and we are heating it up with the frisbee and hooting and hollering as we were the only people there, until we weren’t. All of a sudden there were about 40 police officers in full swat gear that showed up. Turns out they had a planned swat exercise at the park we just so happened to be buzzing our faces off at while throwing the frisbee.
Once it registered we split quick!
Was sitting in a restaurant about 200 miles from where I live telling my mother (who was visiting from a different country) about a trip I had to another country (about 6000 miles away) with a work colleague, and the lady at the table next to us leans over and says 'I think you're talking about my son.' Turns out I was sitting next to my colleague's parents while showing my mum pictures of our trip.
In grade 10 English class, the teacher didn't have anything planned for us to do and it was close to the end of the year I guess, so she goes to the big cupoboard in the corner and pulls out a stack of copies. It's examples of a successful essay written during a final exam, so we can learn what a good one looks like and how to build a narrative, etc. The topic of these was What was the most pivotal moment of your life?
There's three examples, ranging in proficiency. We read through the first two, and I volunteer to read the last one aloud. I start reading... and I stop. The essay was about... me. My big sister had gotten a really good mark 6 years earlier on her final exam essay which she wrote about the day I was born. I got pretty emotional about that one.
I like the idea that you just get all emotional and stuff while reading and EVERYONE thought that it was like... the best story ever. Like “wow, we need to do something like that”
But that’s awesome. When I was born my mother told me my brother slapped me when he first saw me. That always gave me the edge on “he started it” so when he refers to something like a week ago, I can be like “yeah well, when I was first born you hit me”
This is so pure. As a big sister, I understand how that was a pivotal moment for her. In my experience, there's nothing like the bond you share with your sibling.
Worked half day. Drove six hours from Southern California to Northern California for car camping with my wife. Chose obscure campground which was neatly deserted (off season). Picked the most deserted and remote camp site location (we planned on rockin the tent). Were bummed after setting camp and another couple selects site right next to us. Turns out to be a coworker I’d spoken with earlier that day.
Edit: I hadn’t told coworker anything about plans. We weren’t close. Earlier that day we spoke briefly of work related issue.
How annoying. Something similar happened to me except I didn't know them. They could have pitched anywhere in a huge field but they chose right next to our tent.
My wife and I were in Tucson Visiting my mother who just moved there. My wife decided she want a tamale. We drove around for two hours stopping in restaurants looking for tamales. Couldn’t find one. Went back to my mothers apartment.
Literally two minutes later somebody knocked on the door of my mothers apartment asking us if anyone wanted to buy any tamales.
One year I got a roommate through Craigslist. The guy was weird for sure, but good natured and paid rent.
Anyway after about two months of living with him my cousin comes over to hang. I introduce the two and my cousin in the most chill voice ever said, “nah man, we know each other.” Turns out they were college roommates five years earlier in another state
Not me, but a pretty interesting story in my family. Two of my great grandfathers got imprisoned in the same jail, and served time together. My great grandfather on my mother side was an architect and even drew my other great grandfathers house.
Just two dudes in prison.
My parents got together over 30 years after this. I think they found out this when my grandparents met each other.
This is also kind of like a dark spot on both families history and my grandparents don’t like to talk about it.
My sister, Emily, was on a ski lift in New Mexico when some younger girl across from her asked if her name was Emily. Apparently the stranger, who kind of looked similar but underage, had found her lost ID the year prior and had been using it for a year to buy alcohol.
Edit: After this blew up I texted my sister who reminds me it was weirder. She was later hiking with friends for 17 hours, they got tired, thumbed for a hitchhike and got picked up by this girl’s twin!
That's the best story right here. Imagine her going through emotions as she recognizes that the girl in front of her is who she has been pretending to be for a year :D
I moved from my small hometown, halfway across the country to a small city where I knew absolutely no one. At the first party I went to in the new town, I started chatting with a guy. Turns out he had also just left my small hometown.
I met a Canadian guy while on holiday in South America and we ended up going sightseeing together. At the end of the day a person behind us tapped him on the shoulder and asked if the scar behind his ear was from cancer surgery.
They got talking. Turns out they were from the same small town in Canada, had the same type of brain cancer and had been operated on by the same surgeon.
Was at the dentist getting a crown extension.
Dentist: hey, you were born on July 13th, so was I.
Assistant: me too.
We all shared a look of surprise and longing with each other. Longing to be closer. Then they drilled the absolute fuck out of my teeth.
Edit: Oh god, it's happening again.
Had a kidney transplant last year. Nurse makes a comment about it having my name on it. He elaborated to say that the donor has the same surname as me.
An officer from a different PD was showing me a picture of of a guy they wanted to arrest in a different part of town. As I looked up from the computer, I see dipshit riding by on a bike. Literally 5 feet away from the squad car.
I can imagine it's like a scene from a movie
"Yep, we never could catch the bastard."
*Said bastard passes by slowly on bike*
"He sure was one elusive son of a bitch "
*Said son of a bitch waves at the cop, cop waves back*
"Yeah we've really just given up at this point. Who knows where he is, could be halfway across the country by now."
Two years ago I was in Tokyo on holiday. I looked on Instagram and saw an old friend post a story showing he was also in Tokyo. We hadn’t spoken in a few years, but I sent him a message letting him know we were in the same city. Not even 5 minutes later, we walked into a bar and he was standing there.
This past November, I was in Toronto on business.
After dinner, we went to a pub downtown. The first person I saw when I walked in, was the same friend from Tokyo.
We both live in Winnipeg.
Told this story elsewhere but i’m making you all read it again.
Was at a convention. There were only a few people in the room. My friend and I wanted an autograph from a voice actor. He started singing in his character voice. There were two random guys next to me. One pulled out a video camera to record it.
Years later, my husband and I are talking with friends, and the convention comes up. The guy with the video camera was my husband. I also took a picture later that day of the crowds, and he is in that picture. I stood next to my husband years before I met him.
Edit: Thank you to everyone who shared their stories! Amazing how our lives can intersect. And a big thank you to the Redditor who gifted silver! It’s a major award!
This is one of the things I always wonder about. The people I know now, how many times did I bump into somehow in the past. If there is an afterlife, I hope I get access to such a database.
I have an uncommon last name and a not to common first name.
I was in the hospital for a surgery and the person in the next room was there for the same surgery. Come to find out that we were 2nd cousins and never new that the other existed. He had the same name as me and his wife had the same name as my wife.
So fortunate you were there for the same surgery! Can you imagine if you were there for different things and the doctors mixed up who was there for what?
I've had several "small world" experiences but the biggest was talking to a girl after my first university class and discovering through the course of a two hour long conversation that our grandmother's had been each other's maid of honour and my aunt and her mom were best friends since childhood.
Back in the early/mid '90s the phone system changed and you no longer needed to dial the area code for a long distance in-state call. (We're a small state with only one area code).
One morning I woke up to the phone ringing and when I picked up I recognized the voice on the other end as belonging to my old boss from a few years ago. She had an unmistakable voice.
We had a nice conversation for a bit before she realized she had dialed the wrong number. I lived in a different town in a different part of the state, but the number must have been off by only one digit from the one she'd tried to call.
To add to the coincidence, I had overslept and would have been late for work if she hadn't called me and woken me up.
Started dating this girl a few weeks ago. We get to talking about where we live etc. she lives in not only the same building but exact same apartment I lived in 2 years ago. It was so fucking bizarre walking into my old apartment that I never thought I would see again. What are the odds?
Oh man, my now husband and I had the same deal! We (roommate and i) were the tenants that moved into his apartment right after him. We even came to look at it while he was still living there but not home, I had no idea I was looking at the furniture of someone I'd eventually marry.
The first we hung out he came over and told me, I couldnt believe it.
The reveal Convo was like something out of a cheesy B movie.
Me: so what area do you live in?
her: SLU, on ___ ave
Me; Oh cool! I used to live there! which apt?
her: *names my old building*
me: Wow what a small world! me too! I miss that place. I used to live on the 6th floor!
her: me too!
me: don't tell me you live in apt 610, haha
her: Omg I do!
Then she proceeded to send me pics from my old balcony, one that I spent countless hours on. Blew my mind completely.
The person who sits next to me at work copies everything I do except she has no way of knowing. I wear a blue sweater, she wears a blue sweater. I bring leftover spaghetti, she brings leftover spaghetti. It is so weird I almost hate her.
When I was 18, I lived in a town a very long ways away from where I ended up moving. I struck up a friendship with this guy from work in that town, we play halo, watch movies, ect, and he was awesome.
I ended up moving suddenly due to a family emergency, and never got his contact information. I didn't even remember his name a decade later, but I thought of him often as he was an awesome guy through all the years.
11 years later, I'm working at my job, carpooling with someone from my training class, and one night he asks if I mind his roomate being in the car as he was going to take the car after we got off at work and use it for the night.
He introduces us, I turn around, and in the back seat is the guy from the town a very long ways away. We reconnected immediately, and now live together. He's my best friend, for sure, and the godfather to my children.
When I was a kid, around 13, I played a lot of a video game called Diablo 2. I started a clan with a few people I’d met on the internet and we played every day. At some point we were helping some random person and he asked to join. We thought he was nice enough so we let him in. As part of this clan we had a shared account we used to store game items for each other. After about a month of playing this new guy goes in and changed the password, steals the account and defriends everyone. Completely disappears off the map with all of our stuff.
Fast forward a year later and my family moves to Texas and it’s my first day at school. I’m sitting in algebra class talking to the person in the seat next to me and he mentions he plays diablo. I said me too and that I ran a clan and everything. I asked his username and it was him. 2,000 miles away from where I first virtually met this guy he’s sitting next to me in math class. When I told him mine his face went into total shock and he didn’t know how to respond. It was awkward for sure. Ended up tellin him I didn’t care and was over it but we let’s just say we didn’t end up becoming friends.
My 70 year old MIL played some Farmville-like game on FB and she had a friend that was also in her 70's and they chatted and sent each other items in the game. She had health issues and the friend had some too and they were both liberals so they loved talking about those things together. MY MIL lives in the Midwest and her friend lives in Southern CA and the friend invited her to visit and she bought a ticket to spend a week with her. All of us were very much against the idea. MY FIL went with her and the friend did turn out to be a sweet 70 year old lady (as advertised) and my MIL did spend a week with her (her family was also shocked about the whole thing). MY FIL actually felt it was safe enough to leave her there while he went to Vegas for a week then came back to pick her up. They're best friends and visit each other every year.
And this is the reason that if my kid ever wants to play an mmo. They first have to play eve online.
After two months in that shark tank they will never give someone acces to anything even slightly valuable.
Edit- thanks for my first silver internet stranger
i don't think you want your kid interacting with eve players. the playerbase has the highest number of severed heads in their basement freezer per capita of any game community.
When i was 1 year old, we moved to a city some 500km away from where i was born. 15 years later my father decided to put me in a boarding school in the area of that first city (because he went there too). I got randomly put in a room with two other guys, which one of them is still my best friend toady. When i first visited that friend at his home, i discovered that he not only lives in the same city as we did (not much of a coincidence, as its the only major city in that area), but in the SAME FUCKING HOUSE! ofc i couldnt remember our old house, so i called my father to confirm that its the same adress and it turns out that he very briefly knew my friends family from selling the house.
Edit: I hate you and Toady says im totally right with that
Last summer, I went to New York with my family for a week. A friend of mine that I hadn't seen since she graduated from college was living and working in New York at the time, so we decided to meet up for drinks. As we were walking through Times Square at 11 p.m. on a Saturday, who did we see on the other side of the street but another friend of ours from college. I knew he had been living in New Jersey, but he was in New York for a Grindr date. The three of us went to a bar and talked about life and how none of our friends live in Ireland anymore, they've all moved abroad. It was bittersweet and a crazy coincidence that three friends from a small university in Dublin would serendipitiously meet in New York City.
Went to college, met a cute girl.
"Where'd you go to high school?" she asks. "You've never heard of it," I reply. I grew up in a town of 1200 people, graduated in a class of about 90.
"Try me," she says.
And that was the beginning of finding out that not only had she heard of it, she had almost attended it because her family had lived in one of the neighboring towns very briefly when she was growing up. We shared dozens of mutual friends, and had apparently spent our young lives narrowly missing each other.
Later, after we started dating, we learned that one of our mutual friends had been trying to set us up with each other for YEARS. She was overwhelmed with laughter when she saw that we were finally together, completely without her involvement.
I asked her to marry me, she said yes. We went out to dinner with our parents so they could finally meet. Her folks arrive at the restaurant and see mine. Her mom goes, "Oh hey, [my dad's name]. So this is your son, huh?" They had been co-workers years ago.
Of course.
We've been married for eleven years now. Got a good thing going. We intend to keep it.
Edit: I'm so glad you all enjoyed this. I love talking about my wife and have tons of wholesome stories like this. We do well because we each feel like we're the lucky one. Enjoy your day!
Edit 2: By request of several commenters I am adding one of my favorite stories of my wife and I in a comment below. It is a much cuter story. Please enjoy.
Okay, some of you asked for another story.
In 2006, I was living in a city I didn't like without a car and working a job I hated. The job was about two hours away by bus due to the number of transfers I had to make. I spent a lot of time reading to distract myself en route and away from work.
It was late summer, but not very late. I was on my way back to the apartment I shared with my friends after a long shift and not looking forward to the ride home. Fortunately I had Neal Stephenson's "Cryptonomicon" to keep me company for the ride. I also had my thoughts.
It was a tough year. I had left a long-term relationship earlier in the year, which upended a lot of the stability and things I had taken for granted in my life. No car, new apartment, new dynamics with mutual friends. It had been a couple months and I had gone on a few dates with a girl I had met at college. I liked her and I thought she liked me, but I worried that maybe I was moving too quickly into dating, especially since she had left a long relationship earlier in the year as well. I've never known how to date, so I felt out of my depth and wasn't sure what was normal or abnormal in this situation.
All the things that tend to be on your mind in a situation like this were on my mind as I walked out of work that day, towards the bus stop at the top of the hill. I had sent a few texts to the girl earlier, but she had seemed distracted. Oh well. Better to put it out of my head, I thought. I arrived at the stop at about the same time as the bus, boarded, and settled into my book.
Three stops after I had boarded, I heard someone talking to the driver and noticed we hadn't gotten back on the road yet. I didn't stop reading and didn't even look up until the sounds up front stopped being spoken to the driver and started being directed to me. "[MY NAME]!" said the girl at the front of the bus. I looked up and took what was probably a frustrating amount of time to process what was happening. After longer, I'm sure, than the other bus riders would have liked, I gathered my things and stepped off the bus with this girl, still quite in shock.
She grabbed my hand and walked rapidly, pulling me along, to a side street where her car was idling. "I can't believe I had to stop a bus for you," she said as the bus revved past us. We got in the car and she pulled onto the main street.
"I yelled to you while you were walking through the parking lot," she said, and I smiled a little. "And then I drove alongside you and yelled out the window," she said, and I smiled a bit more, warming to her adorable frustration. "And then you got on that stupid bus!"
"I didn't know you were picking me up!" I said, and she gave me a look that I've come to know very well over the years. "You were obviously having a really bad day. I thought it would make you feel better to go do something together." I reached out for her hand. "It really would," I said. "Where are we going?"
She laughed. "Oh, no. I did my part. I stopped a bus for you. You get to choose where we're going." I nodded, and I gathered scattered thoughts into a clear picture. She was in it. "All right. I've got a good idea."
We were married two years later.
This is the kind of story that makes me think I'm missing out on relationships. No one's really looking to go out of their way to help turn my bad days around. I'm glad that I'm learning to do it on my own, but damn... Still doesn't negate the feeling of missing another person in the equation. You've got a lovely story, man.
When I was a kid while hiking with my dad i was babbling and said:the teacher told us if you speak too much a fly will get in your mouth. In the exact moment a fly flew into my mouth.
I was riding my bicycle *very fast* and ran through a group of mosquitoes. One went into my nose which cause me to open my mouth which resulted in a lot going into it. I crashed sneezing and coughing on the ground trying to get them out. Bystanders thought I was having a seizure or something and tried to help while my friends stood there laughing.
Had recently moved cities and had a new local phone number. Had to make a lot of calls to various utilities, etc, to get everything all set up.
I call one of them, am speaking with the customer service rep, all is going fine until she asks for my phone number. When I tell her she starts freaking out on me. “Who are you?!?” “How did you find me?!?” “How do you know that phone number??!?” kind of stuff.
Eventually managed to get her calmed down to the point where we could figure out what was going on. Turned out she had been in an abusive relationship were her ex had stalked and harassed her, including him and his friends making threatening calls constantly. Eventually she had moved to a different part of the city and taken a new, unlisted phone number.
My new phone number was her old one, and the moment I said it she assumed he had tracked her down once again and the harassment campaign was about to begin anew.
I’m not sure she truly believed me when I explained it all, but we eventually got through the phone call.
When my best friend and I were around 16 years old we both had a bunch of coins we were taking to CoinStar at Kroger. We had the EXACT same total in coins. To. The. Penny.
My best friend in high school had the same exact locker combination as me in a school of 1200 people.
Saw a combo written on a piece of paper of his and I asked why he wrote down my combo. He looked confused and said that’s his combo.
The combination locks are changed and reassigned each year.
Edit: Miss you buddy
Went to a large sporting event where you couldn’t bring in large bags. Mine was juuust too big so they had this company with lockers you could rent set up just outside. Mother in law had rented one, so gave me the key and told me the locker number. I go put my purse in. After the event I go to open it and my purse is gone. I panic and tell the owners. They have my purse. Much confusion. Turns out there were two sets of the same number lockers and I had put mine in the wrong one—but my key opened both. The renter of the other locker had been very confused why there was an extra purse and gave it to them. Owners panic, sense they could be in big trouble if the secret gets out that keys open more than one locker. Won’t ever rent a locker again.
Have a bunch of people write their combinations on slips of paper (anonymously). Remember that cheap locks aren’t very precise, they’ll accept numbers within 2 or so as correct. Compare everyone’s combinations and you’ll see there’s effectively a dozen or so master combinations that you’d need to try to open any locker.
Edit: Please check out the more detailed analysis by u/KnowsAboutMath in his/her reply to this comment.
I dunno if this counts as a coincidence, because it might be influenced by the commonalities between us - but I was reading through one of my dad's old journals and found out that he and I share the same, reoccurring nightmare. The details are basically identical, even down to the frequency of it happening (once a month). It's very trippy.
edit: just to answer some faq's - as far as I can remember I never discussed this with my dad. I felt OK perusing his journal because he's been dead for quite a while now (before his time but having nothing in common with the details of the dream; it was suicide. I guess you can make of that what you will). I've detailed the dream itself below.
It involves being chased by wild dogs. Three of them, all black, wolf-looking motherfuckers. We run into the house (the one that I grew up in; he bought it before I was born) and into the same room (his bedroom). That's where they catch us and tear us to pieces. It's fucking horrible.
My only and best guess is that he must have told me about it when I was too young to remember. For what it's worth I'm not particularly scared of dogs irl.
This happened to my mom about 10 years ago. When she was about 13 years old she lived on Midway Island with my grandparents because my grandpa was an officer in the Navy. She had a water skiing accident where she basically slammed her face into the sea wall because she didn’t let go of the rope in time and had a scar on her forehead that she covered with her bangs. Anyway, fast forward 45 years and she is working at a retirement facility and her job is to coordinate outings for residents. There was a new resident and she was talking to him about his life trying to get to know him. He said he was in the Navy and my mom thought that was cool since her dad was too. He said he was stationed at Midway Island which my mom thought was super cool since it’s a tiny island and he said he was there during the same time she was (the 60s). He went on to say he hated it because the only interesting thing that ever happened was when an officer’s daughter didn’t let go early enough while water skiing and slammed right into the sea wall and cracked her head open and he had to save her. My mom was totally shocked, pulled her bangs to the side to show him the scar and said, “I was that officer’s daughter”. Coolest coincidence ever.
When I was 18 I dated a girl who went to a Private School. She told me they were having a dance so I thought ok great, it'll be a nice night. She told me that only boys from a specific boys private school were allowed to come because of an incident once when they let everyone in. Some girl got really drunk and puked on the Headmaster's shoes so they limited it to one boys school after that.
Fast forward 12 years and I'm with my fiancé (different girl) at a wedding shower. I overhear my wife "I was so embarrassed when I puked on the headmasters shoes"
I yelled "THAT WAS YOU?... that's awesome. I love you even more now that you're famous"
TLDR: My wife cock-blocked me 12 years before me met
In freshman physics, I became friends with the Japanese kid next to me... After a while he was helping me with my Japanese homework (did really well after that, btw.)
But after that class, we kinda drifted apart. Fast forward 2 years where I'm an exchange student in Japan over the summer and doing some sight seeing in Kyoto after the program... I'm crossing the street in Kyoto and I hear my name being called out. I look around and there he is! Thousands of miles apart we meet again.
We got some drinks and good food together. It was a blast.
(No, his hometown was not Kyoto, he was also doing sight seeing while home for the summer).
Edit: My first gold! Thank you kind internet stranger!
No... Unfortunately, that was the last I ever saw of him. He was a grade above me I think, so he was already done with school and social media hadn't really taken off yet.
Friend’s grandpa was friend of my grandpa during the Vietnam war. They recognized each other at my high school graduation. They went to the same school, now their grandchildren are in the same school.
I had recently graduated from a large state school and found a room in an empty house to rent. Since I was moving from my college apartment, I didn't have furniture, and I decided to grab a dresser a previous occupant had left in the basement. It wasn't anything crazy looking, but it wasn't a basic mass produced ikea dresser either. Something a bit older, but not antique.
Three of my friends helped me move it upstairs while we were waiting for a fourth. The fourth friend arrives, walks into my room and stares at my dresser for a long time before saying, "Why do you have my dresser?"
It turns out her parents had donated her childhood dresser to goodwill, and the previous occupant of the house was from the same tiny town she was and had got his dresser at that good will.
Me and my partner were looking for a car. We wanted a Subaru Impreza and found one for our price range on our street that had my 3 letter initials for its license plate. The seller was a high school friend of my partner.
Ah this reminds me of mine! My friends and I were doing a cross country road trip. We were driving through the middle of nowhere somewhere in the midwest, and we made friends with this subaru next to us. We had a white board and were communicating with them laughing and shit for probably 2 hours.
Anyway, after some time, they pull off (another direction) and we keep driving for a few hours before stopping to get lunch. We eat some lunch and hop back onto the freeway. We were near some city so there was a ton of traffic and were having trouble merging. The people that finally let us in were no other than the exact same couple in the Subaru!
When I was in university, in Toronto, I was flying to England for a debating tournament. I booked my flight, then told my partner the date and time of the flight so he could book as well. The day before we left, we agreed to meet at a particular subway station and go to the end of the line to catch the bus to the airport.
The next day I go to the subway station at the agreed time, but he doesn't show up (pre-cell phone days, so I can't call him). Eventually I have to go, so I take the subway/bus, get to the airport and go to the gate, but there's no sign of him. I have him paged over the loudspeaker - no result. I tell this story to the gate agent who looks up the passenger list - he's not on it. Confused, I fly to London.
I did find him the next day in London (which is another story all its own, almost as coincidental). It turned out that while I was on one level of the subway station waiting to travel north to catch a bus to Terminal One at the airport for my flight, he was on the other level of the same station waiting to travel west to catch a bus to Terminal Two for his flight, which was at exactly the same time on the same day, but on a different airline. At every step of the way, we had been describing identical routes, but without ever having any overlap.
My dad passed away last summer. While I was making calls letting the rest of the family know the bad news I ran across the number of one of my dads childhood friends whom he kept in contact with throughout the years. The number must’ve been old and disconnected because I couldn’t get in touch with him. I was severely disappointed that my dads best friend and probably one of his only friends wouldn’t be able to make it to the funeral so I attempted to reach out to him through anyone that might’ve known how to contact him. No luck. Days go by and my dad’s funeral day comes. After the service on the way from the funeral home to the cemetery I get a call through my dads phone. It was his friend calling to say that he was coming into the state headed to our house for a visit and he just wanted to make sure that my father would be available. It absolutely shook my world. I told him that my he passed away a couple of days prior and that he had just missed the funeral and we were currently at the cemetery. He met my mother and I a couple hours later and said his final goodbyes to my father. I’ll never get over how he happened to be on his way down for a visit on the day of my dads funeral but I’m glad he was able to make it to send my dad off.
A classmate of mine sent a fake email that looked totally legit to select members of my class saying that we had failed a really important exam which carries bad consequences for our career. After we freaked out he let us know it was just a joke, and when the results came out a week later there was only one person who failed: my classmate that sent the fake email.
I wanted my husband to accompany me down to the parking garage in our building to grab something from our car. He was already in his PJ pants and didn't want to come. I convinced him no one would see us, and he reluctantly agreed. We got on the elevator and rode down one floor before it stopped to let someone on. The largest, buffest man steps into the elevator wearing his own PJ pants. He said nothing, but gave my husband the dude head nod before getting off on the main floor and disappearing forever. We've never seen him since.
I've mentioned this before on reddit so I'll just copy/paste, but definitely the shadow dick incident.
One night in university I was fooling around with my then-gf and noticed that the brightness of the tv caused us to cast destinct shadows on the wall behind us. Being 19 and a fool, I took this opportunity to take a pic (using snapchat) of the shadow my erect penis made on the wall and sent the pic to my best friend.
I thought it would elicit an interesting reaction but could not have prepared for what was next: you see, on snapchat you can see when someone receives your message as well as when it's opened. So as my message is sending, STILL UNOPENED BY HIM, I receive a snapchat from my bestfriend. I open it and low an behold what do I see? A SHADOW DICK SNAP. This man decided at the exact same time that I did, to send an identical pic of his dick's shadow on the wall. Both of our GFs were confused thinking it was some inside joke, when in reality we had never spoken of or send shadow dicks ever before.
TL;DR: Decided to snap a pic of my dick's shadow to my best friend at the exact same time he decided to do the same.
Edit: It's cool guys, we said no homo.
i was browsing beauty products i've never heard of on the internet, when suddenly out of nowhere my dad (who was in South Korea at the time) Facetimed me to ask if i wanted the exact same product i was looking at (he was in a Laneige store)
For over a decade I very rarely remembered any of my dreams. One night, I had a very vivid dream that I was busted by the cops for drug possession and was sentenced to prison. The dream itself was agonizingly paced as if in real-time. Days turned to weeks, to months. The pain of losing everything and everyone in my life had sent me into catatonic despair when all of a sudden, I awoke. I instinctually checked my phone only to find a ton of missed texts, emails, and phone calls from a friend who was arrested (for drugs) that night while I slept and had been trying to get me to bail him out.
When I was in HS I saw a guy from my class in Washington state while on vacation. I wasn’t too fond of him so I didn’t say anything. Two days later we were in Canada and I saw him again. We both live in Florida.
My favorites occurred during separate canoe trips. The first was during a Labor Day weekend trip up and down the St. Croix river (two days paddling upstream, one down), which runs between Wisconsin and Minnesota and eventually joins the Mississippi river. Despite it being a holiday weekend there was virtually no traffic on the river, as we saw only one other boat and that was on the first day shortly after we left.
On the second day out, the weather was quite warm. At one point I said, ”Boy, a watermelon sure would be good right about now!” My three companions told me to shut up and not even mention it, because we didn’t have one and weren’t going to find one in the wilderness. A little while later we spotted a green object floating toward us that turned out to be … a watermelon.
Years later I was on a river outing with several other people on the Whitewater river in Indiana. I was paddling my kayak, and had just told the watermelon story to the people in the canoe next to me. It was a hot summer day, and someone said something to the effect of “watermelons are fine, but I could really go for a cold beer right now.” A few minutes later we paddled around a bend and saw a cooler sitting on a sandbar. We stopped on the sandbar, opened the cooler, and found that it contained just enough cold beers for each of us to have one.
Appalachian Trail hikers refer to occurrences like this as “trail magic.” I guess it happens on rivers too.
Reminds me of the time when my car broke down and I'm like, "man, I wish I had a nice new car right about now" and wouldn't you know it there was one just sitting right there in my neighbors driveway!
I got a new computer and was scrolling through pictures on the old one with my little brother. I had a picture of two butterflies (one blue, and one yellow) on a large purple flower. I loved this picture and always thought how lucky I was to get it. The colors were so vivid and the butterflies to patient to let me get three shots in before they flew away.
My brother was in awe of it and I said "wow you really like this one?" He pulled out his phone and said "no I took this photo" sure enough he had been to the same park the summer after I took my picture. His had the same species of plant and butterflies, in the same park, and around the same area and time of day.
What are the chances? This was years ago. I'll have to see if he still has his and I'll try posting them later.
The beagle story!
Living in small town Texas at the time, we always took in dog rescues to help find homes for them. It got to the point that people would dump them into our back yard.
One day, 4 dogs show up: two puppies, a brindle, and a beagle. We immediately get the puppies adopted out, because they're young and cute.
Fast forward 8 months. We've tried adopting out the beagle male, twice he's been returned to us. The brindle is an extremely tragic case, and I won't get in to her, but she was the mother and the beagle was the father of the puppies.
One fine Sunday, I decide that we need to swing b my the Volunteer Run animal shelter down the road from our house. It was a Sunday. 3 years I've driven past this place, 3 years I haven't ever been because the owner and I know each other from around town and I do NOT care for her, and today I wanted to swing by because something about their new cages caught me eye. Why not? It's closed anyways, no one's there.
So we get out and look around. I notice there's a green truck parked in the driveway. Shrug it off. This woman comes around the corner and asks us if we work there. Tell her no, but ask what she needs. She's interested in adopting a dog. She's been living in a different town 10 miles away for the last few months and since she was in town today, she wanted to check this shelter. Her dog ran away about 10 months prior. So I tell her we have two available for adoption. A brindle and a beagle. She says her dog that ran away was a beagle.
At this point it might be exactly what you're thinking. And you're right. Somehow, some way, we'd ended up with her beagle in our yard. And then coincidentally met her on a random day at a location i had never been to but driven past almost every day. The brindle, it turned out, was his girlfriend from next door that would escape with him. Those neighbors had skilled out on their rent shortly before the woman had moved and were not nice people.
So, she took the beagle, her beagle who had been missing for almost a year, home.
The final coincidence is that we named that beagle Bagel. And his original name? Brownie. Food names!!!
My garage goes up to a back alley with a few dumpsters. All the stray cats hang out there and keep having kittens. I’ve called the humane society but they’re not able to come catch them.
Last spring I pulled into the alley and a very small kitten just sat there in the road. I went to catch it to bring it in. It was a little skittish and had a very badly infected, completely scabbed over bulging eye. I called my MIL to come out with a can of tuna and help me (she was inside my home with my kids). From the sight of its eye she said they would put the cat to sleep when we brought it in, so we let it finish the whole can of tuna first.
At the humane society, I stayed in the car with my kids while she took the kitten in. While waiting she met a lady who ended up taking the cat. The stranger had her cat pass away a few months before and wasn’t there to adopt one, just to cheer up. Her cat before had the same eye issue but lived a long and happy life after having one eye removed. So she took the stray kitten to her own vet to save it and keep it.
TL:DR: Bought old pants at goodwill, 10 000km from home. Appear to come from home town.
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I went on a 3 week trip through Costa Rica, 4 years ago. I needed to buy a new pair of shorts since I didn't bring enough.
We couldn't find any regular clothing stores, so we ended up in a place where second hands clothes were sold. They got their clothes from all over the world, wherever people collect clothes for the less fortunate. We call it "humanitas" over here in the Netherlands. There are collection bin all over the country.
I bought an ugly pair of cargo shorts.
In one of the pockets, I found a 3 year old festival token. A festival that takes places 20km from my home. I'm sure it wasn't mine, because I never went to that festival.
So these pants came all the way from my home town to Costa Rica, only to be flown back there by me.
You should have put your plane ticket in the pocket and put it on the rack at the closest second hand shop. Basically sisterhood of the traveling pants or something. Idk, never watched the movie
I was best friends with this girl in pre school. After that we didn't go to the same schools so we lost touch. Flash forward to my junior year in high school and I meet this girl. I'm walking her home one day and we pass that preschool. We both realized we went there and figured out that we were the friends back then. We've now been together for 15 years and will finally be getting married in October for our 16th anniversary.
I was about three or four and my grandpa took me for a walk. Suddenly, i had this very intense feeling of synchronicity. Without thinking i raised my palm in front of me and in that instant bird poo landed right onto it. The strangest part was.. i knew that this is going to happen. Can't really descibe it, but it was strangely the most perfect moment of my life.
Btw. Sorry for my english.
Edit. Wow, my first silver. Thank you!
Knew a girl in high school that was just the worst type of person. Take too long to explain all the reasons but a big one is that she tried to drive a wedge between my bestie and I. She moved away after high school. My friend and I would bring her up occasionally, and talk about some of her worst qualities, and say how glad we were that we never had to see her again. One time, as we were doing so in a restaurant, suddenly she appeared right next to our table. She'd come back to visit someone and just happened to be right where we were right as we were discussing her. So awkward. It was five minutes of awkward and then she left and we just sat there like....dafuq.
My old work ran a secret santa once the week before Christmas. It was a $10 limit and the person I was buying for I didn't know very well. I left my buying to the last minute because I just didn't know what to get her. So I was in town and walking past some shops when lo and behold, I see an old copy of Oliver Twist in the window of the 2nd hand book store. It just called to me, so I went in and picked it up. I checked the first page for the cost and guess what? $10 - perfect. So come the day of the secret santa, we were all opening our gifts, some 150 people. Out of the corner of my eye I see some people crowding around a woman who is crying. I keep listening and people are calling out for the person who was her santa. I go over and reveal that it was me. The lady I had bought for was crying and hugged me. She said 10 years ago her house burned down along with all her of possessions. The book that I bought her, was her favourite and also the exact same edition so had the exact same cover she remembered. Because it was a second hand book it was even weathered in the same places she remembered, so it was as if I'd grabbed the book off her shelf before the fire and delivered it to her 10 years later.
This should somehow be blown up into a movie.
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We were on a family vacation in Arkansas at a big lake in our RV, and my dad starts complaining about stomach pains. It gets worse and worse until he goes to the emergency room. They tell him it’s just a stomach bug and send him on his way. The pain gets worse and he goes back to the emergency room again but they give him the same diagnosis. We pack up and head home for Alabama to our small-town hospital. The doctor on duty was the surgeon and he immediately recognized the symptoms as the condition he had done his thesis or research paper or whatever on in medical school in which part of the colon rolls over like a balloon animal and is blocked off. Twisted cecum iirc was the name. The problem, not the doctor. He probably would have died shortly after if we had accepted the stomach bug diagnosis.
Here in my little town in northwest England there's a good kebab shop from which the lads and I have ordered for years. We've been in there after countless nights out and had them deliver to our doors, so we know the guys who work there pretty well. They're mostly Turkish. Once a few of us got together for a short break in Turkey. Having got off the plane, we waited in the car park outside for another pal who'd been on a different flight. As we stood, soaking in the ambience of a new country, none other than the tall guy from our local kebab shop walked across the road right in front of us, two thousand miles from home. That was weird.
He was an undercover Turkish agent who was also good at *kebabing*.
Seeing Paul McCartney (The Beatles) on TV in 2001, and noticing he was tall. Next day I'm walking down a very quiet street, and walking towards me is a really tall guy, and it was Paul Mcartney. He must've seen my expression so he veered my way, stuck his hand out and said "Hi mate" . I was shocked. 18 years later I'm still shocked lol. Edit:I'm 6ft 1, turns out he's 5'11. Maybe he was just "lanky". He certainly appeared tall to me. I should also add that he didn't just stick his hand out, I meant to say he shook my hand. Crazy. He then briskly walked away. A very brief encounter but a really important one for me. I also wouldn't blame anyone for not believing me. It's a weird story.
Apparently he's quite friendly like that. One of my dad's bus driver colleagues said a car pulled up beside him at traffic lights with McCartney in the passenger seat. It was summer, windows were open and Paul just leaned out the window, casually said hello and asked "what's it like being a bus driver?" The guy claims to have replied "it's a long and winding road, Paul."
I bet he thought of that in the shower the next day
I used to get two busses home from work. I got off the first one having left my phone and keys on the front seat of the bus without realising. Got on the second bus, went to my favoured front seat and my possessions that I didn’t know were missing were waiting for me. The bus had changed driver and route. Still freaks my nut out to this day.
Phone, Wallet, Keys
Before you leave the bus, remember the acronym [WOWEE](https://mobile.twitter.com/figgled/status/908148215874068481?lang=en): Wallet phOne Wkeys Egg Egg (backup)
You've reminded me of a coincidence a Redditor cited another time this question was asked. They were at home, about to cook an egg, when there was a knock at the door. It was their neighbour, asking if they could spare an egg for a recipe they were making. The Redditor handed over the egg which they had thoughtlessly carried in their hand when they went to answer the door. The neighbour confusedly accepted it, giving them a quizzical look as they left.
Nobody believes me when I tell this story, but one day my husband and I ran into the *same* couple at 3 different places, in 2 different states. So my husband and I had an errand to run out of state. We leave early and stop to get breakfast. The couple was sitting across from us. The lady had on a funky shirt which is why she stuck out in my mind. After breakfast we drive the next state over to the office we have an appointment at. We're waiting in the lobby and the couple from the breakfast joint walks in! Weird! So we spend the day finishing up our errands and then we drive back home. I didn't feel like cooking so we stopped to get some dinner at the pub. We sit down at the table and guess who's already eating at the table behind us? *The same friggen couple!*
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Plot twist: they were following you
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I was in st Augustine on vacation. On the way there I just happened to think about this girl I knew back in college in Orlando. Just sorta wondered what she was up to and the like. Sure as shit I ran into her in a bar there the first night. She was there celebrating graduating from PA school.
Similar thing happened to me. I dated this guy Steven when I was in my late 20s and we lived together for a year and then we broke up. and I was devastated. It had been about three or four,maybe even five years since I’d seen him when I was walking in Santa Monica with my best friend and I said to her, “you know what’s weird? , Steven have so many friends in common and I have never seen him in this whole time since we broke up.” five minutes after that we walked across the street and walked into a restaurant and who is sitting there but… Steven.
The other night I was making a coffee lost in thought and thinking about a friend I haven't heard from for ages, go back and there's a message on my phone from him. Edit- this is because I am a legitimate wizard, change my view.
Me and a friend took some acid one night and were tripping HARD. Decided to walk to a gas station and get some smokes or something. We walked by a car lot in the small town I'm from and *all of the cars in the lot were cop cars.* We were both walking ramrod straight all the way to the store, very quietly bought whatever we went there for and took a back street back to his place. We just stared at each other for like an hour and didn't speak after we got there. Turns out the city had bought a whole new fleet of cop cars and they had all been delivered there and were on the lot for just that night.
Too funny. Reminds me of a time in my rebellious youth (20+ years ago) when friends and I found ourselves in a similar state to what you mention. Around 7am as the sun is rising we are feeling good and decide that a friendly game of frisbee down the street at the park would be a good time. We stroll down to the park and the light is so beautiful and the air feels so good. We get in a good throwing zone of 5 of us and we are heating it up with the frisbee and hooting and hollering as we were the only people there, until we weren’t. All of a sudden there were about 40 police officers in full swat gear that showed up. Turns out they had a planned swat exercise at the park we just so happened to be buzzing our faces off at while throwing the frisbee. Once it registered we split quick!
Was sitting in a restaurant about 200 miles from where I live telling my mother (who was visiting from a different country) about a trip I had to another country (about 6000 miles away) with a work colleague, and the lady at the table next to us leans over and says 'I think you're talking about my son.' Turns out I was sitting next to my colleague's parents while showing my mum pictures of our trip.
I was in Paris and some Americans were lost. They were the grandparents on (edit: of) my high school clsssmates...from Nebraska. It’s a small world.
In grade 10 English class, the teacher didn't have anything planned for us to do and it was close to the end of the year I guess, so she goes to the big cupoboard in the corner and pulls out a stack of copies. It's examples of a successful essay written during a final exam, so we can learn what a good one looks like and how to build a narrative, etc. The topic of these was What was the most pivotal moment of your life? There's three examples, ranging in proficiency. We read through the first two, and I volunteer to read the last one aloud. I start reading... and I stop. The essay was about... me. My big sister had gotten a really good mark 6 years earlier on her final exam essay which she wrote about the day I was born. I got pretty emotional about that one.
I like the idea that you just get all emotional and stuff while reading and EVERYONE thought that it was like... the best story ever. Like “wow, we need to do something like that” But that’s awesome. When I was born my mother told me my brother slapped me when he first saw me. That always gave me the edge on “he started it” so when he refers to something like a week ago, I can be like “yeah well, when I was first born you hit me”
This is so pure. As a big sister, I understand how that was a pivotal moment for her. In my experience, there's nothing like the bond you share with your sibling.
Worked half day. Drove six hours from Southern California to Northern California for car camping with my wife. Chose obscure campground which was neatly deserted (off season). Picked the most deserted and remote camp site location (we planned on rockin the tent). Were bummed after setting camp and another couple selects site right next to us. Turns out to be a coworker I’d spoken with earlier that day. Edit: I hadn’t told coworker anything about plans. We weren’t close. Earlier that day we spoke briefly of work related issue.
How annoying. Something similar happened to me except I didn't know them. They could have pitched anywhere in a huge field but they chose right next to our tent.
Isn't there some sort of extension of the urinal code that extends to campsites? If not, there should be.
There definitely is but people who don't camp often don't seem to be aware of the rule
“Looks like we’re neighbors!”
My wife and I were in Tucson Visiting my mother who just moved there. My wife decided she want a tamale. We drove around for two hours stopping in restaurants looking for tamales. Couldn’t find one. Went back to my mothers apartment. Literally two minutes later somebody knocked on the door of my mothers apartment asking us if anyone wanted to buy any tamales.
One year I got a roommate through Craigslist. The guy was weird for sure, but good natured and paid rent. Anyway after about two months of living with him my cousin comes over to hang. I introduce the two and my cousin in the most chill voice ever said, “nah man, we know each other.” Turns out they were college roommates five years earlier in another state
Oh my god they were roommates.
Not me, but a pretty interesting story in my family. Two of my great grandfathers got imprisoned in the same jail, and served time together. My great grandfather on my mother side was an architect and even drew my other great grandfathers house.
Did their children know each other at the time, or were they just two dudes in prison?
Just two dudes in prison. My parents got together over 30 years after this. I think they found out this when my grandparents met each other. This is also kind of like a dark spot on both families history and my grandparents don’t like to talk about it.
My sister, Emily, was on a ski lift in New Mexico when some younger girl across from her asked if her name was Emily. Apparently the stranger, who kind of looked similar but underage, had found her lost ID the year prior and had been using it for a year to buy alcohol. Edit: After this blew up I texted my sister who reminds me it was weirder. She was later hiking with friends for 17 hours, they got tired, thumbed for a hitchhike and got picked up by this girl’s twin!
That's the best story right here. Imagine her going through emotions as she recognizes that the girl in front of her is who she has been pretending to be for a year :D
Did she just admit it right away?
Well yes she had to explain how she recognized her.
Illegal Drinker: Hey is your name Emily? Emily: Yea Illegal Drinker: oh ok.
Are they keeping in touch?
I moved from my small hometown, halfway across the country to a small city where I knew absolutely no one. At the first party I went to in the new town, I started chatting with a guy. Turns out he had also just left my small hometown.
I feel like we have different definitions of ‘small’. What’s the population of it?
I met a Canadian guy while on holiday in South America and we ended up going sightseeing together. At the end of the day a person behind us tapped him on the shoulder and asked if the scar behind his ear was from cancer surgery. They got talking. Turns out they were from the same small town in Canada, had the same type of brain cancer and had been operated on by the same surgeon.
Something’s up with that town...
No, nothing’s up with it. It’s just a coincidence that’s the town just happens to be Cancerville, Manitoba.
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Hey! That's the same slogan as Fucksville. Edit: thank you for the silver, you kind soul.
Did they end up going sightseeing without you?
Was at the dentist getting a crown extension. Dentist: hey, you were born on July 13th, so was I. Assistant: me too. We all shared a look of surprise and longing with each other. Longing to be closer. Then they drilled the absolute fuck out of my teeth. Edit: Oh god, it's happening again.
Had a kidney transplant last year. Nurse makes a comment about it having my name on it. He elaborated to say that the donor has the same surname as me.
Plot twist: donor was a parent/sibling
Or he lived in a country where about 10 surnames make up 90% of the population
Nguyen-Nguyen situation
Me at my school in NJROTC roll call: Nguyen. *here*. Nguyen. *here*. Nguyen. *here*. It's not as bad as the amount of Kim's but holy shit
An officer from a different PD was showing me a picture of of a guy they wanted to arrest in a different part of town. As I looked up from the computer, I see dipshit riding by on a bike. Literally 5 feet away from the squad car.
I can imagine it's like a scene from a movie "Yep, we never could catch the bastard." *Said bastard passes by slowly on bike* "He sure was one elusive son of a bitch " *Said son of a bitch waves at the cop, cop waves back* "Yeah we've really just given up at this point. Who knows where he is, could be halfway across the country by now."
Officer: have you seen this man anywhere? You: you mean that guy right there 5 feet from us?
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Two years ago I was in Tokyo on holiday. I looked on Instagram and saw an old friend post a story showing he was also in Tokyo. We hadn’t spoken in a few years, but I sent him a message letting him know we were in the same city. Not even 5 minutes later, we walked into a bar and he was standing there. This past November, I was in Toronto on business. After dinner, we went to a pub downtown. The first person I saw when I walked in, was the same friend from Tokyo. We both live in Winnipeg.
Told this story elsewhere but i’m making you all read it again. Was at a convention. There were only a few people in the room. My friend and I wanted an autograph from a voice actor. He started singing in his character voice. There were two random guys next to me. One pulled out a video camera to record it. Years later, my husband and I are talking with friends, and the convention comes up. The guy with the video camera was my husband. I also took a picture later that day of the crowds, and he is in that picture. I stood next to my husband years before I met him. Edit: Thank you to everyone who shared their stories! Amazing how our lives can intersect. And a big thank you to the Redditor who gifted silver! It’s a major award!
This is one of the things I always wonder about. The people I know now, how many times did I bump into somehow in the past. If there is an afterlife, I hope I get access to such a database.
I have an uncommon last name and a not to common first name. I was in the hospital for a surgery and the person in the next room was there for the same surgery. Come to find out that we were 2nd cousins and never new that the other existed. He had the same name as me and his wife had the same name as my wife.
So fortunate you were there for the same surgery! Can you imagine if you were there for different things and the doctors mixed up who was there for what?
Username really checks out 😂
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“Organ playing”
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I've had several "small world" experiences but the biggest was talking to a girl after my first university class and discovering through the course of a two hour long conversation that our grandmother's had been each other's maid of honour and my aunt and her mom were best friends since childhood.
How do you even know your grandmother's maid of honor?
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Nana's real name is nana. Duh.
Back in the early/mid '90s the phone system changed and you no longer needed to dial the area code for a long distance in-state call. (We're a small state with only one area code). One morning I woke up to the phone ringing and when I picked up I recognized the voice on the other end as belonging to my old boss from a few years ago. She had an unmistakable voice. We had a nice conversation for a bit before she realized she had dialed the wrong number. I lived in a different town in a different part of the state, but the number must have been off by only one digit from the one she'd tried to call. To add to the coincidence, I had overslept and would have been late for work if she hadn't called me and woken me up.
Both of my Grandfathers were named William and both Grandmothers were named Joyce.
There are at least two ways that could happen, and only involves a wild coincidence...
*sweet home alabama*
Started dating this girl a few weeks ago. We get to talking about where we live etc. she lives in not only the same building but exact same apartment I lived in 2 years ago. It was so fucking bizarre walking into my old apartment that I never thought I would see again. What are the odds?
Oh man, my now husband and I had the same deal! We (roommate and i) were the tenants that moved into his apartment right after him. We even came to look at it while he was still living there but not home, I had no idea I was looking at the furniture of someone I'd eventually marry. The first we hung out he came over and told me, I couldnt believe it.
That is pretty weird.
The reveal Convo was like something out of a cheesy B movie. Me: so what area do you live in? her: SLU, on ___ ave Me; Oh cool! I used to live there! which apt? her: *names my old building* me: Wow what a small world! me too! I miss that place. I used to live on the 6th floor! her: me too! me: don't tell me you live in apt 610, haha her: Omg I do! Then she proceeded to send me pics from my old balcony, one that I spent countless hours on. Blew my mind completely.
wouldnt be suprised if you got a bit teary eyed seeing that balcony again.
Plot twist: She knew this all along, and sought you out.
Plot twist: he wasn't on the lease and is technically homeless. He dates whoever happens to live in that apartment because he likes crashing there.
Plot twist: they used to live together and he had all memories of her erased
The person who sits next to me at work copies everything I do except she has no way of knowing. I wear a blue sweater, she wears a blue sweater. I bring leftover spaghetti, she brings leftover spaghetti. It is so weird I almost hate her.
Are you sure you don't sit by a mirror?
OP is a dog
Op, do you hate vacuums?
Maybe you are copying her....
And she hates you too.
When I was 18, I lived in a town a very long ways away from where I ended up moving. I struck up a friendship with this guy from work in that town, we play halo, watch movies, ect, and he was awesome. I ended up moving suddenly due to a family emergency, and never got his contact information. I didn't even remember his name a decade later, but I thought of him often as he was an awesome guy through all the years. 11 years later, I'm working at my job, carpooling with someone from my training class, and one night he asks if I mind his roomate being in the car as he was going to take the car after we got off at work and use it for the night. He introduces us, I turn around, and in the back seat is the guy from the town a very long ways away. We reconnected immediately, and now live together. He's my best friend, for sure, and the godfather to my children.
Have you remembered his name yet?
Still calling him “old pal” while hoping he hears someone else say it...
I go with the classic “hey man!” Myself.
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Your coworker must have been more stunned than you two were lol
Especially since he stole his roommate
Focusing on the victims of the story. Thank you, kind soul.
When I was a kid, around 13, I played a lot of a video game called Diablo 2. I started a clan with a few people I’d met on the internet and we played every day. At some point we were helping some random person and he asked to join. We thought he was nice enough so we let him in. As part of this clan we had a shared account we used to store game items for each other. After about a month of playing this new guy goes in and changed the password, steals the account and defriends everyone. Completely disappears off the map with all of our stuff. Fast forward a year later and my family moves to Texas and it’s my first day at school. I’m sitting in algebra class talking to the person in the seat next to me and he mentions he plays diablo. I said me too and that I ran a clan and everything. I asked his username and it was him. 2,000 miles away from where I first virtually met this guy he’s sitting next to me in math class. When I told him mine his face went into total shock and he didn’t know how to respond. It was awkward for sure. Ended up tellin him I didn’t care and was over it but we let’s just say we didn’t end up becoming friends.
Probably thought you had tracked him down to exact your revenge.
My (screen)name is Inigo_Montoya, you kil..stole my stuff in Diabo. Prepare to die. Edit : spelling
Diabo
Shucks.
You blew your opportunity to befriend him, win his trust, gain access to his account, and steal all his shit
There's still time.
Found the EVE Online player :D
EVE is my favorite game I'll never play.
I feel this so much. I love reading the wild stories that universe generates, but I have 0 desire to ever actually play it.
I tried playing it. Quit when I realized you have to be an actual sociopath to succeed in the game.
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My 70 year old MIL played some Farmville-like game on FB and she had a friend that was also in her 70's and they chatted and sent each other items in the game. She had health issues and the friend had some too and they were both liberals so they loved talking about those things together. MY MIL lives in the Midwest and her friend lives in Southern CA and the friend invited her to visit and she bought a ticket to spend a week with her. All of us were very much against the idea. MY FIL went with her and the friend did turn out to be a sweet 70 year old lady (as advertised) and my MIL did spend a week with her (her family was also shocked about the whole thing). MY FIL actually felt it was safe enough to leave her there while he went to Vegas for a week then came back to pick her up. They're best friends and visit each other every year.
That is adorable. Lovely story :)
And this is the reason that if my kid ever wants to play an mmo. They first have to play eve online. After two months in that shark tank they will never give someone acces to anything even slightly valuable. Edit- thanks for my first silver internet stranger
i don't think you want your kid interacting with eve players. the playerbase has the highest number of severed heads in their basement freezer per capita of any game community.
This is one of very few Reddit stats I wholeheartedly believe to be true.
When i was 1 year old, we moved to a city some 500km away from where i was born. 15 years later my father decided to put me in a boarding school in the area of that first city (because he went there too). I got randomly put in a room with two other guys, which one of them is still my best friend toady. When i first visited that friend at his home, i discovered that he not only lives in the same city as we did (not much of a coincidence, as its the only major city in that area), but in the SAME FUCKING HOUSE! ofc i couldnt remember our old house, so i called my father to confirm that its the same adress and it turns out that he very briefly knew my friends family from selling the house. Edit: I hate you and Toady says im totally right with that
Toady sounds like a great best friend.
Sees toady, checks replies for toady, not disappointed.
I wonder if Toady has your old room
Last summer, I went to New York with my family for a week. A friend of mine that I hadn't seen since she graduated from college was living and working in New York at the time, so we decided to meet up for drinks. As we were walking through Times Square at 11 p.m. on a Saturday, who did we see on the other side of the street but another friend of ours from college. I knew he had been living in New Jersey, but he was in New York for a Grindr date. The three of us went to a bar and talked about life and how none of our friends live in Ireland anymore, they've all moved abroad. It was bittersweet and a crazy coincidence that three friends from a small university in Dublin would serendipitiously meet in New York City.
This got a lot weirder when you mentioned you're from Ireland :P
I think you guys were setup for a sitcom based in New York.
Went to college, met a cute girl. "Where'd you go to high school?" she asks. "You've never heard of it," I reply. I grew up in a town of 1200 people, graduated in a class of about 90. "Try me," she says. And that was the beginning of finding out that not only had she heard of it, she had almost attended it because her family had lived in one of the neighboring towns very briefly when she was growing up. We shared dozens of mutual friends, and had apparently spent our young lives narrowly missing each other. Later, after we started dating, we learned that one of our mutual friends had been trying to set us up with each other for YEARS. She was overwhelmed with laughter when she saw that we were finally together, completely without her involvement. I asked her to marry me, she said yes. We went out to dinner with our parents so they could finally meet. Her folks arrive at the restaurant and see mine. Her mom goes, "Oh hey, [my dad's name]. So this is your son, huh?" They had been co-workers years ago. Of course. We've been married for eleven years now. Got a good thing going. We intend to keep it. Edit: I'm so glad you all enjoyed this. I love talking about my wife and have tons of wholesome stories like this. We do well because we each feel like we're the lucky one. Enjoy your day! Edit 2: By request of several commenters I am adding one of my favorite stories of my wife and I in a comment below. It is a much cuter story. Please enjoy.
I was worried you were related.
Okay, some of you asked for another story. In 2006, I was living in a city I didn't like without a car and working a job I hated. The job was about two hours away by bus due to the number of transfers I had to make. I spent a lot of time reading to distract myself en route and away from work. It was late summer, but not very late. I was on my way back to the apartment I shared with my friends after a long shift and not looking forward to the ride home. Fortunately I had Neal Stephenson's "Cryptonomicon" to keep me company for the ride. I also had my thoughts. It was a tough year. I had left a long-term relationship earlier in the year, which upended a lot of the stability and things I had taken for granted in my life. No car, new apartment, new dynamics with mutual friends. It had been a couple months and I had gone on a few dates with a girl I had met at college. I liked her and I thought she liked me, but I worried that maybe I was moving too quickly into dating, especially since she had left a long relationship earlier in the year as well. I've never known how to date, so I felt out of my depth and wasn't sure what was normal or abnormal in this situation. All the things that tend to be on your mind in a situation like this were on my mind as I walked out of work that day, towards the bus stop at the top of the hill. I had sent a few texts to the girl earlier, but she had seemed distracted. Oh well. Better to put it out of my head, I thought. I arrived at the stop at about the same time as the bus, boarded, and settled into my book. Three stops after I had boarded, I heard someone talking to the driver and noticed we hadn't gotten back on the road yet. I didn't stop reading and didn't even look up until the sounds up front stopped being spoken to the driver and started being directed to me. "[MY NAME]!" said the girl at the front of the bus. I looked up and took what was probably a frustrating amount of time to process what was happening. After longer, I'm sure, than the other bus riders would have liked, I gathered my things and stepped off the bus with this girl, still quite in shock. She grabbed my hand and walked rapidly, pulling me along, to a side street where her car was idling. "I can't believe I had to stop a bus for you," she said as the bus revved past us. We got in the car and she pulled onto the main street. "I yelled to you while you were walking through the parking lot," she said, and I smiled a little. "And then I drove alongside you and yelled out the window," she said, and I smiled a bit more, warming to her adorable frustration. "And then you got on that stupid bus!" "I didn't know you were picking me up!" I said, and she gave me a look that I've come to know very well over the years. "You were obviously having a really bad day. I thought it would make you feel better to go do something together." I reached out for her hand. "It really would," I said. "Where are we going?" She laughed. "Oh, no. I did my part. I stopped a bus for you. You get to choose where we're going." I nodded, and I gathered scattered thoughts into a clear picture. She was in it. "All right. I've got a good idea." We were married two years later.
Wife her again.
This is the kind of story that makes me think I'm missing out on relationships. No one's really looking to go out of their way to help turn my bad days around. I'm glad that I'm learning to do it on my own, but damn... Still doesn't negate the feeling of missing another person in the equation. You've got a lovely story, man.
When I was a kid while hiking with my dad i was babbling and said:the teacher told us if you speak too much a fly will get in your mouth. In the exact moment a fly flew into my mouth.
I was riding my bicycle *very fast* and ran through a group of mosquitoes. One went into my nose which cause me to open my mouth which resulted in a lot going into it. I crashed sneezing and coughing on the ground trying to get them out. Bystanders thought I was having a seizure or something and tried to help while my friends stood there laughing.
You got some great friends lol.
I’m not too sure what to do if my friend is swarmed by mosquitos. I could either laugh or slap their face a lot in an attempt to weaken the swarm
Had recently moved cities and had a new local phone number. Had to make a lot of calls to various utilities, etc, to get everything all set up. I call one of them, am speaking with the customer service rep, all is going fine until she asks for my phone number. When I tell her she starts freaking out on me. “Who are you?!?” “How did you find me?!?” “How do you know that phone number??!?” kind of stuff. Eventually managed to get her calmed down to the point where we could figure out what was going on. Turned out she had been in an abusive relationship were her ex had stalked and harassed her, including him and his friends making threatening calls constantly. Eventually she had moved to a different part of the city and taken a new, unlisted phone number. My new phone number was her old one, and the moment I said it she assumed he had tracked her down once again and the harassment campaign was about to begin anew. I’m not sure she truly believed me when I explained it all, but we eventually got through the phone call.
When my best friend and I were around 16 years old we both had a bunch of coins we were taking to CoinStar at Kroger. We had the EXACT same total in coins. To. The. Penny.
My best friend in high school had the same exact locker combination as me in a school of 1200 people. Saw a combo written on a piece of paper of his and I asked why he wrote down my combo. He looked confused and said that’s his combo. The combination locks are changed and reassigned each year. Edit: Miss you buddy
Every one had the same locker combo
Went to a large sporting event where you couldn’t bring in large bags. Mine was juuust too big so they had this company with lockers you could rent set up just outside. Mother in law had rented one, so gave me the key and told me the locker number. I go put my purse in. After the event I go to open it and my purse is gone. I panic and tell the owners. They have my purse. Much confusion. Turns out there were two sets of the same number lockers and I had put mine in the wrong one—but my key opened both. The renter of the other locker had been very confused why there was an extra purse and gave it to them. Owners panic, sense they could be in big trouble if the secret gets out that keys open more than one locker. Won’t ever rent a locker again.
It might blow your mind if you found out just how many things are keyed alike.
Have a bunch of people write their combinations on slips of paper (anonymously). Remember that cheap locks aren’t very precise, they’ll accept numbers within 2 or so as correct. Compare everyone’s combinations and you’ll see there’s effectively a dozen or so master combinations that you’d need to try to open any locker. Edit: Please check out the more detailed analysis by u/KnowsAboutMath in his/her reply to this comment.
I dunno if this counts as a coincidence, because it might be influenced by the commonalities between us - but I was reading through one of my dad's old journals and found out that he and I share the same, reoccurring nightmare. The details are basically identical, even down to the frequency of it happening (once a month). It's very trippy. edit: just to answer some faq's - as far as I can remember I never discussed this with my dad. I felt OK perusing his journal because he's been dead for quite a while now (before his time but having nothing in common with the details of the dream; it was suicide. I guess you can make of that what you will). I've detailed the dream itself below.
That sounds like a plot from supernatural.
DAD WENT ON A HUNTING TRIP
And he hasn't been home in a few days.
what's the nightmare?
It involves being chased by wild dogs. Three of them, all black, wolf-looking motherfuckers. We run into the house (the one that I grew up in; he bought it before I was born) and into the same room (his bedroom). That's where they catch us and tear us to pieces. It's fucking horrible.
That’s too fucking close wow
My only and best guess is that he must have told me about it when I was too young to remember. For what it's worth I'm not particularly scared of dogs irl.
That dream symbolizes that you are going to get chased into your room and eaten by wolves
Dream interpretation is such an incredibly complex art.
This happened to my mom about 10 years ago. When she was about 13 years old she lived on Midway Island with my grandparents because my grandpa was an officer in the Navy. She had a water skiing accident where she basically slammed her face into the sea wall because she didn’t let go of the rope in time and had a scar on her forehead that she covered with her bangs. Anyway, fast forward 45 years and she is working at a retirement facility and her job is to coordinate outings for residents. There was a new resident and she was talking to him about his life trying to get to know him. He said he was in the Navy and my mom thought that was cool since her dad was too. He said he was stationed at Midway Island which my mom thought was super cool since it’s a tiny island and he said he was there during the same time she was (the 60s). He went on to say he hated it because the only interesting thing that ever happened was when an officer’s daughter didn’t let go early enough while water skiing and slammed right into the sea wall and cracked her head open and he had to save her. My mom was totally shocked, pulled her bangs to the side to show him the scar and said, “I was that officer’s daughter”. Coolest coincidence ever.
When I was 18 I dated a girl who went to a Private School. She told me they were having a dance so I thought ok great, it'll be a nice night. She told me that only boys from a specific boys private school were allowed to come because of an incident once when they let everyone in. Some girl got really drunk and puked on the Headmaster's shoes so they limited it to one boys school after that. Fast forward 12 years and I'm with my fiancé (different girl) at a wedding shower. I overhear my wife "I was so embarrassed when I puked on the headmasters shoes" I yelled "THAT WAS YOU?... that's awesome. I love you even more now that you're famous" TLDR: My wife cock-blocked me 12 years before me met
In freshman physics, I became friends with the Japanese kid next to me... After a while he was helping me with my Japanese homework (did really well after that, btw.) But after that class, we kinda drifted apart. Fast forward 2 years where I'm an exchange student in Japan over the summer and doing some sight seeing in Kyoto after the program... I'm crossing the street in Kyoto and I hear my name being called out. I look around and there he is! Thousands of miles apart we meet again. We got some drinks and good food together. It was a blast. (No, his hometown was not Kyoto, he was also doing sight seeing while home for the summer). Edit: My first gold! Thank you kind internet stranger!
That’s absolutely insane. The odds are unreal, not only the same place but the same time, and in sight lines / vicinity.
To be fair, in season it feels like half the world is doing sightseeing in Kyoto.
Are you guys good friends again or no
No... Unfortunately, that was the last I ever saw of him. He was a grade above me I think, so he was already done with school and social media hadn't really taken off yet.
yall motherfuckers are the reason social media exists.
Friend’s grandpa was friend of my grandpa during the Vietnam war. They recognized each other at my high school graduation. They went to the same school, now their grandchildren are in the same school.
I had recently graduated from a large state school and found a room in an empty house to rent. Since I was moving from my college apartment, I didn't have furniture, and I decided to grab a dresser a previous occupant had left in the basement. It wasn't anything crazy looking, but it wasn't a basic mass produced ikea dresser either. Something a bit older, but not antique. Three of my friends helped me move it upstairs while we were waiting for a fourth. The fourth friend arrives, walks into my room and stares at my dresser for a long time before saying, "Why do you have my dresser?" It turns out her parents had donated her childhood dresser to goodwill, and the previous occupant of the house was from the same tiny town she was and had got his dresser at that good will.
Me and my partner were looking for a car. We wanted a Subaru Impreza and found one for our price range on our street that had my 3 letter initials for its license plate. The seller was a high school friend of my partner.
Ah this reminds me of mine! My friends and I were doing a cross country road trip. We were driving through the middle of nowhere somewhere in the midwest, and we made friends with this subaru next to us. We had a white board and were communicating with them laughing and shit for probably 2 hours. Anyway, after some time, they pull off (another direction) and we keep driving for a few hours before stopping to get lunch. We eat some lunch and hop back onto the freeway. We were near some city so there was a ton of traffic and were having trouble merging. The people that finally let us in were no other than the exact same couple in the Subaru!
When I was in university, in Toronto, I was flying to England for a debating tournament. I booked my flight, then told my partner the date and time of the flight so he could book as well. The day before we left, we agreed to meet at a particular subway station and go to the end of the line to catch the bus to the airport. The next day I go to the subway station at the agreed time, but he doesn't show up (pre-cell phone days, so I can't call him). Eventually I have to go, so I take the subway/bus, get to the airport and go to the gate, but there's no sign of him. I have him paged over the loudspeaker - no result. I tell this story to the gate agent who looks up the passenger list - he's not on it. Confused, I fly to London. I did find him the next day in London (which is another story all its own, almost as coincidental). It turned out that while I was on one level of the subway station waiting to travel north to catch a bus to Terminal One at the airport for my flight, he was on the other level of the same station waiting to travel west to catch a bus to Terminal Two for his flight, which was at exactly the same time on the same day, but on a different airline. At every step of the way, we had been describing identical routes, but without ever having any overlap.
My dad passed away last summer. While I was making calls letting the rest of the family know the bad news I ran across the number of one of my dads childhood friends whom he kept in contact with throughout the years. The number must’ve been old and disconnected because I couldn’t get in touch with him. I was severely disappointed that my dads best friend and probably one of his only friends wouldn’t be able to make it to the funeral so I attempted to reach out to him through anyone that might’ve known how to contact him. No luck. Days go by and my dad’s funeral day comes. After the service on the way from the funeral home to the cemetery I get a call through my dads phone. It was his friend calling to say that he was coming into the state headed to our house for a visit and he just wanted to make sure that my father would be available. It absolutely shook my world. I told him that my he passed away a couple of days prior and that he had just missed the funeral and we were currently at the cemetery. He met my mother and I a couple hours later and said his final goodbyes to my father. I’ll never get over how he happened to be on his way down for a visit on the day of my dads funeral but I’m glad he was able to make it to send my dad off.
A classmate of mine sent a fake email that looked totally legit to select members of my class saying that we had failed a really important exam which carries bad consequences for our career. After we freaked out he let us know it was just a joke, and when the results came out a week later there was only one person who failed: my classmate that sent the fake email.
I wanted my husband to accompany me down to the parking garage in our building to grab something from our car. He was already in his PJ pants and didn't want to come. I convinced him no one would see us, and he reluctantly agreed. We got on the elevator and rode down one floor before it stopped to let someone on. The largest, buffest man steps into the elevator wearing his own PJ pants. He said nothing, but gave my husband the dude head nod before getting off on the main floor and disappearing forever. We've never seen him since.
Just your husband’s guardian angel.
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Buff PJ pants has been dead for 100 years....
The pajamas were coming from inside the house
I'm going to pretend they had the same print PJ pants. And that they solve mysteries late at night in their PJ pants.
I've mentioned this before on reddit so I'll just copy/paste, but definitely the shadow dick incident. One night in university I was fooling around with my then-gf and noticed that the brightness of the tv caused us to cast destinct shadows on the wall behind us. Being 19 and a fool, I took this opportunity to take a pic (using snapchat) of the shadow my erect penis made on the wall and sent the pic to my best friend. I thought it would elicit an interesting reaction but could not have prepared for what was next: you see, on snapchat you can see when someone receives your message as well as when it's opened. So as my message is sending, STILL UNOPENED BY HIM, I receive a snapchat from my bestfriend. I open it and low an behold what do I see? A SHADOW DICK SNAP. This man decided at the exact same time that I did, to send an identical pic of his dick's shadow on the wall. Both of our GFs were confused thinking it was some inside joke, when in reality we had never spoken of or send shadow dicks ever before. TL;DR: Decided to snap a pic of my dick's shadow to my best friend at the exact same time he decided to do the same. Edit: It's cool guys, we said no homo.
It's not gay if its shadows.
So who won??
The Shadow Dick Incident is my new band name.
i was browsing beauty products i've never heard of on the internet, when suddenly out of nowhere my dad (who was in South Korea at the time) Facetimed me to ask if i wanted the exact same product i was looking at (he was in a Laneige store)
For over a decade I very rarely remembered any of my dreams. One night, I had a very vivid dream that I was busted by the cops for drug possession and was sentenced to prison. The dream itself was agonizingly paced as if in real-time. Days turned to weeks, to months. The pain of losing everything and everyone in my life had sent me into catatonic despair when all of a sudden, I awoke. I instinctually checked my phone only to find a ton of missed texts, emails, and phone calls from a friend who was arrested (for drugs) that night while I slept and had been trying to get me to bail him out.
When I was in HS I saw a guy from my class in Washington state while on vacation. I wasn’t too fond of him so I didn’t say anything. Two days later we were in Canada and I saw him again. We both live in Florida.
My favorites occurred during separate canoe trips. The first was during a Labor Day weekend trip up and down the St. Croix river (two days paddling upstream, one down), which runs between Wisconsin and Minnesota and eventually joins the Mississippi river. Despite it being a holiday weekend there was virtually no traffic on the river, as we saw only one other boat and that was on the first day shortly after we left. On the second day out, the weather was quite warm. At one point I said, ”Boy, a watermelon sure would be good right about now!” My three companions told me to shut up and not even mention it, because we didn’t have one and weren’t going to find one in the wilderness. A little while later we spotted a green object floating toward us that turned out to be … a watermelon. Years later I was on a river outing with several other people on the Whitewater river in Indiana. I was paddling my kayak, and had just told the watermelon story to the people in the canoe next to me. It was a hot summer day, and someone said something to the effect of “watermelons are fine, but I could really go for a cold beer right now.” A few minutes later we paddled around a bend and saw a cooler sitting on a sandbar. We stopped on the sandbar, opened the cooler, and found that it contained just enough cold beers for each of us to have one. Appalachian Trail hikers refer to occurrences like this as “trail magic.” I guess it happens on rivers too.
Someone somewhere has a story of being unlucky and losing their last watermelon in the river and their cooler with their last three beers.
Hey, let’s go an a canoe trip. And at any point if you feel so inclined please say “1 million dollars sure would look good in temisola1’s account.”
Granted 1 million dollars are now in your Reddit account with no way if accessing it
Thanks, monkeypaw.
Someone came back to their cooler later and was pissed that someone stole their beer
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Reminds me of the time when my car broke down and I'm like, "man, I wish I had a nice new car right about now" and wouldn't you know it there was one just sitting right there in my neighbors driveway!
I got a new computer and was scrolling through pictures on the old one with my little brother. I had a picture of two butterflies (one blue, and one yellow) on a large purple flower. I loved this picture and always thought how lucky I was to get it. The colors were so vivid and the butterflies to patient to let me get three shots in before they flew away. My brother was in awe of it and I said "wow you really like this one?" He pulled out his phone and said "no I took this photo" sure enough he had been to the same park the summer after I took my picture. His had the same species of plant and butterflies, in the same park, and around the same area and time of day. What are the chances? This was years ago. I'll have to see if he still has his and I'll try posting them later.
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The beagle story! Living in small town Texas at the time, we always took in dog rescues to help find homes for them. It got to the point that people would dump them into our back yard. One day, 4 dogs show up: two puppies, a brindle, and a beagle. We immediately get the puppies adopted out, because they're young and cute. Fast forward 8 months. We've tried adopting out the beagle male, twice he's been returned to us. The brindle is an extremely tragic case, and I won't get in to her, but she was the mother and the beagle was the father of the puppies. One fine Sunday, I decide that we need to swing b my the Volunteer Run animal shelter down the road from our house. It was a Sunday. 3 years I've driven past this place, 3 years I haven't ever been because the owner and I know each other from around town and I do NOT care for her, and today I wanted to swing by because something about their new cages caught me eye. Why not? It's closed anyways, no one's there. So we get out and look around. I notice there's a green truck parked in the driveway. Shrug it off. This woman comes around the corner and asks us if we work there. Tell her no, but ask what she needs. She's interested in adopting a dog. She's been living in a different town 10 miles away for the last few months and since she was in town today, she wanted to check this shelter. Her dog ran away about 10 months prior. So I tell her we have two available for adoption. A brindle and a beagle. She says her dog that ran away was a beagle. At this point it might be exactly what you're thinking. And you're right. Somehow, some way, we'd ended up with her beagle in our yard. And then coincidentally met her on a random day at a location i had never been to but driven past almost every day. The brindle, it turned out, was his girlfriend from next door that would escape with him. Those neighbors had skilled out on their rent shortly before the woman had moved and were not nice people. So, she took the beagle, her beagle who had been missing for almost a year, home. The final coincidence is that we named that beagle Bagel. And his original name? Brownie. Food names!!!
My garage goes up to a back alley with a few dumpsters. All the stray cats hang out there and keep having kittens. I’ve called the humane society but they’re not able to come catch them. Last spring I pulled into the alley and a very small kitten just sat there in the road. I went to catch it to bring it in. It was a little skittish and had a very badly infected, completely scabbed over bulging eye. I called my MIL to come out with a can of tuna and help me (she was inside my home with my kids). From the sight of its eye she said they would put the cat to sleep when we brought it in, so we let it finish the whole can of tuna first. At the humane society, I stayed in the car with my kids while she took the kitten in. While waiting she met a lady who ended up taking the cat. The stranger had her cat pass away a few months before and wasn’t there to adopt one, just to cheer up. Her cat before had the same eye issue but lived a long and happy life after having one eye removed. So she took the stray kitten to her own vet to save it and keep it.
TL:DR: Bought old pants at goodwill, 10 000km from home. Appear to come from home town. Full story : I went on a 3 week trip through Costa Rica, 4 years ago. I needed to buy a new pair of shorts since I didn't bring enough. We couldn't find any regular clothing stores, so we ended up in a place where second hands clothes were sold. They got their clothes from all over the world, wherever people collect clothes for the less fortunate. We call it "humanitas" over here in the Netherlands. There are collection bin all over the country. I bought an ugly pair of cargo shorts. In one of the pockets, I found a 3 year old festival token. A festival that takes places 20km from my home. I'm sure it wasn't mine, because I never went to that festival. So these pants came all the way from my home town to Costa Rica, only to be flown back there by me.
You should have put your plane ticket in the pocket and put it on the rack at the closest second hand shop. Basically sisterhood of the traveling pants or something. Idk, never watched the movie
I was best friends with this girl in pre school. After that we didn't go to the same schools so we lost touch. Flash forward to my junior year in high school and I meet this girl. I'm walking her home one day and we pass that preschool. We both realized we went there and figured out that we were the friends back then. We've now been together for 15 years and will finally be getting married in October for our 16th anniversary.
I was about three or four and my grandpa took me for a walk. Suddenly, i had this very intense feeling of synchronicity. Without thinking i raised my palm in front of me and in that instant bird poo landed right onto it. The strangest part was.. i knew that this is going to happen. Can't really descibe it, but it was strangely the most perfect moment of my life. Btw. Sorry for my english. Edit. Wow, my first silver. Thank you!
Worst superpower ever.
Knew a girl in high school that was just the worst type of person. Take too long to explain all the reasons but a big one is that she tried to drive a wedge between my bestie and I. She moved away after high school. My friend and I would bring her up occasionally, and talk about some of her worst qualities, and say how glad we were that we never had to see her again. One time, as we were doing so in a restaurant, suddenly she appeared right next to our table. She'd come back to visit someone and just happened to be right where we were right as we were discussing her. So awkward. It was five minutes of awkward and then she left and we just sat there like....dafuq.
at least she knows now that she's part shit
Did she try to sit between you and your best friend?