Anonymous wrote:I grew up in LA. We sold our family sedan via a newspaper ad. A few years later our family goes on vacation in Mexico. I had a broken leg and was on crutches so we had to take a cab to a restaurant. After dinner we got another cab. On the way back to the hotel I realized that the cab was our old family car. We asked the driver and his brother had bought the car as a wedding gift for him.
I had been dating a boy for just over a year in high school when his mom redecorated their living room. This included a large painting of a Scottish castle that was decorated for a holiday celebration. I asked her about it because it looked familiar and I thought my family had visited it when I was in 4th grade. I told her how we had gone to see the castle but it was closed that day to get ready for a celebration so we could only see the grounds. My favorite part was playing on the old cannons with a boy my age. Her face froze and she went running for her family photo album. She found pictures of their family trip to the castle. Sure enough she had pictures of her son playing on the cannons with me!
Anonymous wrote:I met my biological father at a football game. I didn’t have any idea what him or my mother looked like, but I was such a carbon copy of my mother, that he knew immediately and asked my name.
Anonymous wrote:I was seeing 2 guys and it turned out they lived next door to each other, in the same building…and their bedrooms shared a wall. Yikes. It wasn’t even like we were in school, or a small city.
A year later, I was seeing a guy who was a professor and right after we broke up I started dating a grad student…turned out he was in the professor’s class. I had no connection to their school or field of study.
I was visiting a close friend in the Midwest and ran into a friend from New England. We hadn’t known we’d both be in visiting this town.
And this didn’t involve me, but the Midwestern friend was on vacation in the south and ran into another close friend of mine, who was also on vacation there.
Anonymous wrote:Sometimes I’ll get a strong urge to call a friend I haven’t spoken to in a long while, and every single time they say “So funny, I was just thinking about you!”
This happens to me often and with different people. I wonder why this happens.
Anonymous wrote:My husband runs into people he know everywhere we go. The difference between me and him is that he never forgets a face. I’m sure I run into just as many people I know but just ignore them (and they me lol).