Your best coincidental moments
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Many years ago (early 80's), my mates and I were regular visitors to a pub with an absolutely stunning barmaid who had a very impressive decolleté.
Great care was taken in ordering anything which would increase the chances of a better view of her charms, but she was wise to our plans, and all our efforts ended in disappointment.
That summer, we went on a lads holiday to Greece. The first day on the beach, guess who was the first person we saw topless on the beach?
Great care was taken in ordering anything which would increase the chances of a better view of her charms, but she was wise to our plans, and all our efforts ended in disappointment.
That summer, we went on a lads holiday to Greece. The first day on the beach, guess who was the first person we saw topless on the beach?
sunbeam alpine said:
Many years ago (early 80's), my mates and I were regular visitors to a pub with an absolutely stunning barmaid who had a very impressive decolleté.
Great care was taken in ordering anything which would increase the chances of a better view of her charms, but she was wise to our plans, and all our efforts ended in disappointment.
That summer, we went on a lads holiday to Greece. The first day on the beach, guess who was the first person we saw topless on the beach?
Your mum?Great care was taken in ordering anything which would increase the chances of a better view of her charms, but she was wise to our plans, and all our efforts ended in disappointment.
That summer, we went on a lads holiday to Greece. The first day on the beach, guess who was the first person we saw topless on the beach?
I received a random call from my dental practice one morning saying that my appointment had to be moved to later that week.
Later that day, I bumped into my old dentist (from the practice I was due to have my appointment with) in the middle of central London... She asked me how the restoration of my right lower tooth was and I said it was fine.
About two hours later, when having dinner, the restoration of my right lower tooth fell apart and I had to get it fixed at the appointment that had to be re-scheduled.
Was it the 'kiss of death' from that coincidental meeting with my dentist in London..?
Later that day, I bumped into my old dentist (from the practice I was due to have my appointment with) in the middle of central London... She asked me how the restoration of my right lower tooth was and I said it was fine.
About two hours later, when having dinner, the restoration of my right lower tooth fell apart and I had to get it fixed at the appointment that had to be re-scheduled.
Was it the 'kiss of death' from that coincidental meeting with my dentist in London..?
Worst Coincidental moment?
Came home after being away two weeks in Spain, where I had to go as my father had sadly passed away over there, due to a heart attack....
On the floor by the door was a letter from the local NHS hospital, asking my Dad to come in for a routine heart check up, scheduled for the very day he had the heart attack....
he may have seen the funny side. Hopefully.
Came home after being away two weeks in Spain, where I had to go as my father had sadly passed away over there, due to a heart attack....
On the floor by the door was a letter from the local NHS hospital, asking my Dad to come in for a routine heart check up, scheduled for the very day he had the heart attack....
he may have seen the funny side. Hopefully.
I walked in to a bar in in Scheveningen (Netherlands) a couple of months ago and bumped in to a guy I've worked with in Wiltshire, he was delivering a boat and had a problem with the fuel pump so pulled in to the nearest port for the night to fix it.
Went to a science/comedy gig and bloke was talking about coincidences. He showed a photo of some kids as Disney world, apparently it belonged to a women who shown her husband this photo of her family holiday 20ish years previously when she was a kid, and the husband spotted himself in the background also on a family holiday. A friend who I was at the gig with was somewhat startled but this as a mate of hers has a similar photo of her and her husband on holiday years before they knew each other.
Prof. Spiegelhalter has a good collection of similar stories on his website
http://understandinguncertainty.org/coincidences
Went to a science/comedy gig and bloke was talking about coincidences. He showed a photo of some kids as Disney world, apparently it belonged to a women who shown her husband this photo of her family holiday 20ish years previously when she was a kid, and the husband spotted himself in the background also on a family holiday. A friend who I was at the gig with was somewhat startled but this as a mate of hers has a similar photo of her and her husband on holiday years before they knew each other.
Prof. Spiegelhalter has a good collection of similar stories on his website
http://understandinguncertainty.org/coincidences
Me and my mates all meet up once a year, usually the Saturday between Christmas and New Year.
Around 7 years ago, we turned up as usual, and all hung our jackets up on the coat stand.
I was wearing my M65 jacket and had a multicoloured scarf which I stuffed into the right arm so it didn't go missing.
Around 10 hours later, we oiled, we put our jackets on to head to the next pub (late opening) and I try and put my arm into my left arm of my jacket - only to feel something blocking it.
I take it out and it's a multicoloured scarf, the same as mine. I thought "I was sure I put this in the right arm earlier" and sure enough, there was a matching, identical scarf sitting in the right arm
This completely baffled me in my drunken state and I still have no idea how that second scarf got into my jacket that day.
Around 7 years ago, we turned up as usual, and all hung our jackets up on the coat stand.
I was wearing my M65 jacket and had a multicoloured scarf which I stuffed into the right arm so it didn't go missing.
Around 10 hours later, we oiled, we put our jackets on to head to the next pub (late opening) and I try and put my arm into my left arm of my jacket - only to feel something blocking it.
I take it out and it's a multicoloured scarf, the same as mine. I thought "I was sure I put this in the right arm earlier" and sure enough, there was a matching, identical scarf sitting in the right arm
This completely baffled me in my drunken state and I still have no idea how that second scarf got into my jacket that day.
I went to a gig at the NEC 100 miles from home, full to capacity, I'm sat down near one of the entrances when I see a guy who lives 2 doors down, he sees me and turns away.
Bit odd, then he comes back with a girl 1/2 his age who isn't his wife and sits in the row in front , awkward
Neither of us says a word but there's an embarrassed nod ,the next day he's at my front door begging me not to tell his wife, I didn't but they split up soon after anyway
Bit odd, then he comes back with a girl 1/2 his age who isn't his wife and sits in the row in front , awkward
Neither of us says a word but there's an embarrassed nod ,the next day he's at my front door begging me not to tell his wife, I didn't but they split up soon after anyway
Bit of a long story, but bear with me.
In the early seventies, in my early teens I used to go on holiday with a childhood friend of mine's family (we met in 1960).
Holiday was always the last two weeks of August and the first week of September at a sheep farm some 15 miles from Portmadoc, North Wales.
One year, probably 1972, I became friendly with a granddaughter of the owner of said sheep farm, she lived in Newcastle (on Tyne). but was always in Wales for the summer.
Fast forward to 2009, and I visit North Wales from NZ (where I now live) to see what has happened in the last 35 years - to be told that granddaughter's father (her mother was the daughter of the owner) now lives in Castle Douglas, Dumfries. Very odd - as my parents moved to Castle Douglas from Nottingham some 15 years ago - and it's my next stop on a mad dash round the UK visiting relatives before they die.
A couple of days later I met up with grandaughter's father in Castle Douglas - to discover he has Parkinson's Disease - making him rather unstable. Indeed, a couple of days previously he had fallen over and cut his head badly - necessitating a visit to the local doctor. The local doctor was my brother in law - my younger sister and her husband had moved to Castle Douglas from Leicester to be near my parents 12 years ago.
Quite bizarre.
Sheep farm owner died a few years ago in his nineties after a fascinating life, granddaughter now lives in Australia - I aim to meet up one of these days.
In the early seventies, in my early teens I used to go on holiday with a childhood friend of mine's family (we met in 1960).
Holiday was always the last two weeks of August and the first week of September at a sheep farm some 15 miles from Portmadoc, North Wales.
One year, probably 1972, I became friendly with a granddaughter of the owner of said sheep farm, she lived in Newcastle (on Tyne). but was always in Wales for the summer.
Fast forward to 2009, and I visit North Wales from NZ (where I now live) to see what has happened in the last 35 years - to be told that granddaughter's father (her mother was the daughter of the owner) now lives in Castle Douglas, Dumfries. Very odd - as my parents moved to Castle Douglas from Nottingham some 15 years ago - and it's my next stop on a mad dash round the UK visiting relatives before they die.
A couple of days later I met up with grandaughter's father in Castle Douglas - to discover he has Parkinson's Disease - making him rather unstable. Indeed, a couple of days previously he had fallen over and cut his head badly - necessitating a visit to the local doctor. The local doctor was my brother in law - my younger sister and her husband had moved to Castle Douglas from Leicester to be near my parents 12 years ago.
Quite bizarre.
Sheep farm owner died a few years ago in his nineties after a fascinating life, granddaughter now lives in Australia - I aim to meet up one of these days.
Last evening I took a train to Purfleet in the Thames Estuary to pick up a new Mercedes for delivery today. I asked why the car had 314 miles on the odometer and was told the customer had rejected the car because the wheels weren't as ordered and sent it back; 157 miles each way. I took it home last night and set off for Solihull this morning. The car is white so I searched for a jet wash on my phone and there were none nearby the office I was aiming for and so I stopped in Tesco in Shirley, miles away. A lady putting shopping in her car kept looking at me. Eventually she came over and asked if I was delivering it. I said yes. She asked if it was to an address in Solihull. I said yes and explained it had been returned as the wheels were incorrect. She said, "It's for me and it still has the wrong wheels."
She hadn't recognised the registration, it was the car and wheel combination.
What are the chances? A million to one?
She hadn't recognised the registration, it was the car and wheel combination.
What are the chances? A million to one?
When travelling in Bolivia I did a biking trip down "the world's most dangerous road". This would have been about November time. Fast forward to April the following year and I'm on a trip through the outback of Australia. We roll into a really small town, head to the bottle-o (booze shop) and who should be there, but two Swedes from the Bolivian biking trip.
Bumped into a guy from that self same cross-Australian roadtrip in Thailand. Twice.
Bumped into a barman from a local pub in a small guesthouse in Kanchanburi, Thailand.
Stay in the same hostel as a girl from my year at school on Koh Tao in Thailand.
Bumped into a lad from my school days in T5 Heathrow and had time for a coffee - the throughput of Heathrow means that's a pretty long shot.
Heathrow aside, I think this probably means the road less travelled isn't that "less travelled". It's just one big cultural conveyor belt, albeit with pretty stuff and more sunshine than the UK. And I thought my travel route was original...
Bumped into a guy from that self same cross-Australian roadtrip in Thailand. Twice.
Bumped into a barman from a local pub in a small guesthouse in Kanchanburi, Thailand.
Stay in the same hostel as a girl from my year at school on Koh Tao in Thailand.
Bumped into a lad from my school days in T5 Heathrow and had time for a coffee - the throughput of Heathrow means that's a pretty long shot.
Heathrow aside, I think this probably means the road less travelled isn't that "less travelled". It's just one big cultural conveyor belt, albeit with pretty stuff and more sunshine than the UK. And I thought my travel route was original...
Several years ago i had a Mistubishi Outlander as a company car. Eventually it was traded in for a new model at my local dealer in Norfolk. They told me that the old car had been sold within a week to someone in Wales.
About a year later i was taking my step-daughter back to Uni in Bath. As we got closer the signs along the M4 anounced there were long delays ahead. I came off at a junction ealier than the sat nav suggested and it took me down some tiny, single track back roads. At one point i had to stop as there was a tractor coming the other way.
As it went past, behind it was my old Outlander!
About a year later i was taking my step-daughter back to Uni in Bath. As we got closer the signs along the M4 anounced there were long delays ahead. I came off at a junction ealier than the sat nav suggested and it took me down some tiny, single track back roads. At one point i had to stop as there was a tractor coming the other way.
As it went past, behind it was my old Outlander!
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