Your best coincidental moments
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Back in 2001 I worked at a dealership that occasionally sold new Fiats despite not being an authorised dealer.
One day I was sent off to collect a 1.2 Stilo (horrible under powered thing)
A little while after that I moved away from the area for 6 years.
Upon moving back to the area I popped round to see an old friend.. Ok and behold there it was sat on their driveway!
One day I was sent off to collect a 1.2 Stilo (horrible under powered thing)
A little while after that I moved away from the area for 6 years.
Upon moving back to the area I popped round to see an old friend.. Ok and behold there it was sat on their driveway!
Got my push bike nicked from the works bike shed.
Railway Police Officer took the details and then gave me a lift home.
Told my Wife as I was getting cleaned up and she suggested I check with my parents if it would still be covered on their insurance (they lived 5 doors down from us).
Decided to pop round straight away and as I stepped out of the front door, there across the street was the theiving little git sat on my bike chatting to my neighbours daughter.
Dragged him, kicking and squealing, into my house for a friendly chat.
Called the Railway Police again and the same Officer came back, highly amused at the good fortune.
Then found out that I worked with his dad, who, assured me gave his lad a good slapping.
Railway Police Officer took the details and then gave me a lift home.
Told my Wife as I was getting cleaned up and she suggested I check with my parents if it would still be covered on their insurance (they lived 5 doors down from us).
Decided to pop round straight away and as I stepped out of the front door, there across the street was the theiving little git sat on my bike chatting to my neighbours daughter.
Dragged him, kicking and squealing, into my house for a friendly chat.
Called the Railway Police again and the same Officer came back, highly amused at the good fortune.
Then found out that I worked with his dad, who, assured me gave his lad a good slapping.
I served with the UN in Rwanda in 1995. One of the tasks was to move displaced people from a place called Cyangugu near the border with the DRC back to the capital Kigali. I remember this task because of the amount of people trying to get onto our wagons.
About 6 years later I was living in Surrey and bought my then wife a secondhand piano for her birthday. It need a tune so picked up the yellow pages (internet was still too new) and rang the first local piano tuner and arranged for a tune up. On the day he was due a taxi pulled up on my drive and a blind black guy got out – the piano tuner. He started and we got chatting. I asked him where he was from and he replied “I am from a place that you have not heard of. Cyangugu in Rwanda”! Talked further and he remembered the day the soldiers from the UN came and moved all the refugees back to Kigali.
True story.
Whilst typing this I am gassing with colleagues and half answering emails. One of them just remarked we having dealt with so & so for a long while, email just appeared from so & so…… twilight zone music
About 6 years later I was living in Surrey and bought my then wife a secondhand piano for her birthday. It need a tune so picked up the yellow pages (internet was still too new) and rang the first local piano tuner and arranged for a tune up. On the day he was due a taxi pulled up on my drive and a blind black guy got out – the piano tuner. He started and we got chatting. I asked him where he was from and he replied “I am from a place that you have not heard of. Cyangugu in Rwanda”! Talked further and he remembered the day the soldiers from the UN came and moved all the refugees back to Kigali.
True story.
Whilst typing this I am gassing with colleagues and half answering emails. One of them just remarked we having dealt with so & so for a long while, email just appeared from so & so…… twilight zone music
Edited by Frenchda on Wednesday 3rd February 14:43
Spent all day driving for pleasure across Yorkshire, end of the day had stopped in the middle of nowhere off a single track road to admire a particularly beautiful sunset down a snowy and heavily forrested valley. After a few minutes I hear another car coming and they stop for the same view - it was my old next door neighbours. Random as f
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k.Mal001 said:
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!
I had something similar. I sold my first car to a young woman who lived in or went to Uni in Bath. A couple of years later my parents were visiting my Dad's family (who live just outside Bath/Bristol) and coming home on the M4 passed a familiar looking car. They rang me to check the reg and lo and behold it was my old car!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!
so called said:
Got my push bike nicked from the works bike shed.
Railway Police Officer took the details and then gave me a lift home.
Told my Wife as I was getting cleaned up and she suggested I check with my parents if it would still be covered on their insurance (they lived 5 doors down from us).
Decided to pop round straight away and as I stepped out of the front door, there across the street was the theiving little git sat on my bike chatting to my neighbours daughter.
Dragged him, kicking and squealing, into my house for a friendly chat.
Called the Railway Police again and the same Officer came back, highly amused at the good fortune.
Then found out that I worked with his dad, who, assured me gave his lad a good slapping.
good god.Railway Police Officer took the details and then gave me a lift home.
Told my Wife as I was getting cleaned up and she suggested I check with my parents if it would still be covered on their insurance (they lived 5 doors down from us).
Decided to pop round straight away and as I stepped out of the front door, there across the street was the theiving little git sat on my bike chatting to my neighbours daughter.
Dragged him, kicking and squealing, into my house for a friendly chat.
Called the Railway Police again and the same Officer came back, highly amused at the good fortune.
Then found out that I worked with his dad, who, assured me gave his lad a good slapping.
Went to get in a car and the key didn't work. Car wasn't mine. Same model, colour, spec. But the scary thing? Registration number was practically the same, mine was something like S92GLX, this was S91GLX.
Peugeot, sold by the same garage at the same time I bought mine. Must have been issued consecutive plates by DVLA
Peugeot, sold by the same garage at the same time I bought mine. Must have been issued consecutive plates by DVLA
TTmonkey said:
Went to get in a car and the key didn't work. Car wasn't mine. Same model, colour, spec. But the scary thing? Registration number was practically the same, mine was something like S92GLX, this was S91GLX.
Peugeot, sold by the same garage at the same time I bought mine. Must have been issued consecutive plates by DVLA
Peugeot, sold by the same garage at the same time I bought mine. Must have been issued consecutive plates by DVLA
I had that with a Nissan 200SX (series 1). I picked it up brand new. I drove off and discovered it was missing an option that I had ordered on the car. I called the garage. They were baffled.
Eventually they worked out that they'd put the plates on the wrong car. Or on the front of the car. The rear plate was different (I hadn't noticed either). There was an identical car with a near identical, consecutive number plate.
Eventually they worked out that they'd put the plates on the wrong car. Or on the front of the car. The rear plate was different (I hadn't noticed either). There was an identical car with a near identical, consecutive number plate.
TTmonkey said:
Went to get in a car and the key didn't work. Car wasn't mine. Same model, colour, spec. But the scary thing? Registration number was practically the same, mine was something like S92GLX, this was S91GLX.
Peugeot, sold by the same garage at the same time I bought mine. Must have been issued consecutive plates by DVLA
Peugeot, sold by the same garage at the same time I bought mine. Must have been issued consecutive plates by DVLA
Went backpacking around Indonesia and Thailand after uni for 4 months, was lying on a beach recovering from another hangover in Lamaii in Koh Samui. Hear a "hello Adam" and it's a school friend I haven't seen in 5 years
In the spotted pig pub in NYC with 3 mates have a relaxed but long drinking session, one of our party is a lovely guy but bit of an innocent virginal type, you can imagine the shock and awe when a Victoria's Secret model walks in and says hi to him and gives him a hug. She is an ex of one of his far more charismatic friends.
Was on holiday in Egypt with missus, daughter and parents, went from a trim at the hotel barber, missus waiting behind me reading a magazine. "Er isn't that you?" I ask staring at my missus staring back at me in a photo, she was a model and this barber had nicked some random head shots from magazines to decorate his wall
In the spotted pig pub in NYC with 3 mates have a relaxed but long drinking session, one of our party is a lovely guy but bit of an innocent virginal type, you can imagine the shock and awe when a Victoria's Secret model walks in and says hi to him and gives him a hug. She is an ex of one of his far more charismatic friends.
Was on holiday in Egypt with missus, daughter and parents, went from a trim at the hotel barber, missus waiting behind me reading a magazine. "Er isn't that you?" I ask staring at my missus staring back at me in a photo, she was a model and this barber had nicked some random head shots from magazines to decorate his wall
Queuing in the Post Office this Christmas near my home town in Surrey and the lady in front of me was struggling with a parcel and I couldn't help but read the address.
"Excuse me," I said "Do you know the person on that address,"
"Yes," she said "Its my sister,"
"Oh. I was just wondering how long as she lived at that house in Sidmouth?"
"Must be getting on for about 30 years, why?"
"Because she must have bought it off my dad,"
"Excuse me," I said "Do you know the person on that address,"
"Yes," she said "Its my sister,"
"Oh. I was just wondering how long as she lived at that house in Sidmouth?"
"Must be getting on for about 30 years, why?"
"Because she must have bought it off my dad,"
I went for a site visit on a rig in the middle of the desert in Iraq. When i arrived at the first check point on location the security guys asked for I.D. The guy that took my driving licence then sees where i live and tells me he used to work at my local kebab shop, literally a few hundred yards from my house.
I was working as a freelance Design Engineer on a project in Derby once.
As I was leaving the office one evening, I passed the Project Manager who was muttering swear words to himself.
He was struggling with rolled up drawings and documents and when I asked what was wrong, he said that he had just dropped his keys onto the drivers seat then accidentally knocked the door closed, locking his keys in and him out.
I very confidently told him "No Problem, its a Mazda, its Japanese, my Honda kex will fit that. (having no clue really) I walked up the car, pushed my key in the door and, much too my surprise, the key turned and unlocked the car as if it was the original key.
It ended up with "bloody hell, didn't expect that".
As I was leaving the office one evening, I passed the Project Manager who was muttering swear words to himself.
He was struggling with rolled up drawings and documents and when I asked what was wrong, he said that he had just dropped his keys onto the drivers seat then accidentally knocked the door closed, locking his keys in and him out.
I very confidently told him "No Problem, its a Mazda, its Japanese, my Honda kex will fit that. (having no clue really) I walked up the car, pushed my key in the door and, much too my surprise, the key turned and unlocked the car as if it was the original key.
It ended up with "bloody hell, didn't expect that".
Back in 2010 I was in Alpe D'Huez for the Megavalanche. Pretty much every night after spending all day riding we'd be found drinking in a bar called L'Etalon.
About three or four days into the trip we we're sat outside having a beer and got chatting to a group of lasses at a table next to ours. Turned out one of them went the same high school as us, was in the year above and was actually a mate of my sister.
I might have understood it in the height of winter when its full of seasonairre's but in the middle of summer when its pretty much dead it was a bit odd!
About three or four days into the trip we we're sat outside having a beer and got chatting to a group of lasses at a table next to ours. Turned out one of them went the same high school as us, was in the year above and was actually a mate of my sister.
I might have understood it in the height of winter when its full of seasonairre's but in the middle of summer when its pretty much dead it was a bit odd!
so called said:
I was working as a freelance Design Engineer on a project in Derby once.
As I was leaving the office one evening, I passed the Project Manager who was muttering swear words to himself.
He was struggling with rolled up drawings and documents and when I asked what was wrong, he said that he had just dropped his keys onto the drivers seat then accidentally knocked the door closed, locking his keys in and him out.
I very confidently told him "No Problem, its a Mazda, its Japanese, my Honda kex will fit that. (having no clue really) I walked up the car, pushed my key in the door and, much too my surprise, the key turned and unlocked the car as if it was the original key.
It ended up with "bloody hell, didn't expect that".
As I was leaving the office one evening, I passed the Project Manager who was muttering swear words to himself.
He was struggling with rolled up drawings and documents and when I asked what was wrong, he said that he had just dropped his keys onto the drivers seat then accidentally knocked the door closed, locking his keys in and him out.
I very confidently told him "No Problem, its a Mazda, its Japanese, my Honda kex will fit that. (having no clue really) I walked up the car, pushed my key in the door and, much too my surprise, the key turned and unlocked the car as if it was the original key.
It ended up with "bloody hell, didn't expect that".
When my stepmum died, we obviously cancelled her mobile phone contract. Shortly afterwards, my Dad inquired about a volunteer driving job for a children's Day Centre just around the corner. He was a bit shocked to get a call from my stepmum's number - turns out they'd reallocated the number to the Day Centre Manager!
I started a thread about this amazing coincidence after 70 years.
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
wildcat45 said:
I started a thread about this amazing coincidence after 70 years.
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
nice storyYears ago I bought an old mini, my girlfriend at the time ended up driving it a lot and liked it so went out and bought herself a slightly newer one.
When she got it home she locked it up and hung the keys up, next morning she got up went to work in her new mini and used my minis keys she had been doing, I had a bit of a panic trying to find my keys before realising she'd taken them, tried her keys in mine and it worked.
They were exactly the same, the key numbers matched when we checked later on, only the fuel cap was different!
When she got it home she locked it up and hung the keys up, next morning she got up went to work in her new mini and used my minis keys she had been doing, I had a bit of a panic trying to find my keys before realising she'd taken them, tried her keys in mine and it worked.
They were exactly the same, the key numbers matched when we checked later on, only the fuel cap was different!
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