Weirdest thing that ever happened to me...
 

My wife and I went to look at a Porsche 911 Cabriolet in Saline, MI on Saturday for another Pelican whose is considering buying it. We didn't know the sellers name, but had the address. Once we got to the house, met the owner and took the car out for a test drive and all was "normal". When we came back from the test drive, the seller said "Art, my wife says she knows you, she used to be married to your brother". Sure enough, his wife Mary was my brother Brian's 1st wife and they divorced amicably in 1988 and that was the last time we saw her. We had no knowledge of her whereabouts since then and neither did my brother. Fortunately, the divorce wasn't nasty and Mary, her husband and Beth and I had a nice visit. Later that day, I called my brother, father and mother and told them what happened and they agreed that it was freakish! What do you guys think? Thais kind of thing happens to me quite often and I have a developed a reputation for these kinds of things... Weird!

Life is great Art. This world is a small one.

It's a small world. It's a bit surprising when it happens, but not really that surprising in the grander scheme of things.

My father was in the military. I went to school on the military base in Misawa Japan when I was younger. I've run into people that I knew in Japan in a couple of different states over the years.

Today I saw a hearse with 20" chrome wheels and neon under-car lighting. That was weird......

There was a cemetary near my old job. We used to drive past it most days at lunch, and consequently saw a lot of funeral processions. One in particular used a Purple hearse, and purple limos.

This is a sign that god has a sense of humor.

It's a small world, but I wouldn't want to paint it.

A buddy of mine was dating a girl and at one point, they discussed their previous college trips to Europe. Turns out they had both been in Europe about the same time (they didn't meet each other until much later). The girl brings out her photo album (remember those?) to show him pics of her trip. In one of the photos of her in a train station was my buddy, standing in the background. Small world, eh?

It’s a sign...there are no chance occurrences - God does not throw dice! (He prefers poker).

One time I was with my girlfriends family (at the Sheraton in Ann Arbor actually......). My girlfriends little sister was whining that she wanted soda, so they asked me to take her to the vending machines and get one. We get down there only to discover that we don't have enough change on us. The kid whines, "I SO wish I had a Coke right now". We stare at the machine for a moment, and a freaking Coke drops right out of the damn thing. We hadn't even touched it. The kid and looked at each other, stunned. It was strange.

Ran into an old friend the other night. He was having a beer with a guy, Tom. After a brief discussion it turns out Tom worked for a guy I did. I asked, "Really when did you work for him?" A little further discussion and we realized Tom was my replacement when I left in 1980. We decided to have a drink on that.

carlin or wright? i cant remember.

great story art!

Bought an onld wooden trunk at a flea market because it had my name on it, and I thought it was cool. I get it home, use it as a coffee table.

My dad comes over for a visit a few months later, notices the trunk. It was my grandfather's trunk from ww2, my dad remembers playing with it when he was a kid. It was accidently sent to the dump 30 years ago after my grandfather died and my grandmother moved.

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Now that's wild/weird!

Steven Wright.

At an autox several years ago I was talking to an old guy about his 280Z since I had one at the time. He said something about East Texas and I mentioned my family was from East Texas. He looked at me for a second and said, "you're David Martin"

He was a friend of my mom's from high school who had given me a ride on his motorcycle when I was a little boy over 30 years earlier. Small world.

On the way to Target one day I told a story to my wife about a friend I had in Jr. High. We walk in to the store and down one of the aisles I see this dude--it was him. Hadn't seen him in 20 yrs--looked the same. I went up and told him the story and he thought I had gone whacko.

couple years ago, went to dinner with friends out here, boyfriend of my friend starts introducing people.. Get's to me and says to Randy "and this is Ellens friend" I stop him and say Randy knows me don't you Hippie... he looked stunned,, I said how long since anyone called you hippie ?? He said MSU,, I said that's right I was your suitmate ( two dorm rooms shared a common bathroom). After 25 years that was pretty weird since we were 2500 miles away..

One of many but recent.

Went to Hershey PA last year.

Passing the Crayola factory thought about a guy that I worked with that had taken a gig there a year before.

Thought I should give Rob a call but he was still a few hours away from my final destination.

So we are going to Dutch Wonderland one day and as I pull in I'm thinking, Rob is here. All day kinda scan the crowd cause I just feel he's there.

In the afternoon am taking the boy to the bathroom and sure enough, there's Rob.

He was at home and the idea of driving a couple of hours to the park just hit him.

Strangest coincidence I've had was 1972, I was 16, and taking a weekend road trip with a friend from LA to Petaluma CA. It was dark as a sack when we arrived and are trying to find the residence of a friends parents. We were meandering around these 1 acre lot homes in rural Petaluma, it's pitch black with no street lights, we are completely lost, and suddenly we notice this car following us.

In our now paranoid state, (did I mention we smoked a few?) we are no longer looking for our destination, but trying to lose the Zodiac Killer that's on our tail. My friend, Phil, is making lefts and rights, but this car continues to follow our '67 VW. After what seems like an hour, but probably more like 10 minutes, I tell Phil to just pull into a random driveway.

He finally grabs a driveway and the car follows us right up to the garage. I figured my life was over or I'm busted or something. Phil slams reverse and we tear out as the guy walks into HIS HOUSE! We led this guy right to his front door. Likely a hundred to one shot.

I think we thought it was hilarious... about an hour later, after we finally found our destination.

back in '71 i was driving a cab in nyc. i had picked up a little chinese woman and was driving her downtown on the bowery, as i approached canal street i was in the left hand lane and trying to get into the right. a traffic cop directed me to cross the bridge to brooklyn as the lady in my cab started screaming "no brooklyn, no brooklyn!!". i was still trying to get to the right lane as the officer thundered at me to cross the bridge. i said that he may be able to write me a ticket, but there was no way he could force me to go to brooklyn. he starts yelling at me to pull to the curb.
the poor woman in the back is crying and jabbering in chinese, the officer comes to my window and snarls,"gimmee your license. i'm gonna write you up." i hand him my drivers license, he looks at it and says," do you know dave braham?" this caught me really offguard.
i look at his nameplate under his badge. officer croce. it takes me a few seconds to realize that this was a mutual friend of ours from about five years previous. in that time richie croce had put on about thirty pounds of muscle and a bad attitude. anyway, he and i had a big laugh about it, after dropping my fare i went back to the intersection, waited for him to go on a break, and we caught up on the last few years with a cup of coffee.

Started dating this girl in 86. Learned her birthday after a few dates. It was three days before mine. On the same year. In the same state. In the same city. In the same hospital.

We were in the nursery together as newborns. Met hundreds of miles from there.

Small world. I married her. God is good!

Did you check her birth certificate? Make sure it's not your (twin) sister! :D

I'm from New Zealand and was staying in a hotel in Athens. I saw a woman standing at the reception and sure enough it was girl who lives next door. So we chatted a while then I went back to the backpacker dorm room and thought I better say hello to the chick I was sharing a bunk with (I was on top) and she was my neighbor from over my back fence.

The weirdest thing that ever happened to me (in terms of chance encounters) was during by college undergraduate degree. I was walking to the bus stop from my apartment about 1/2 a mile away when an Army recruiter's vehicle stops right in front of me and a female in the passenger seat rolls down her window and says, "Hello, Lane, how are you doing?"

This freaked me out since I didn't recognize her at all, we chatted for about 20 minutes and she asked about my mom and my dad, my sister and my brother, even my dog. To this day I still don't know who the hell she was. She knew everything about me and I didn't even know her name.

These types of things are amazing when you consider how many of us are on this mudball. Pretty cool!!

D. I. A.

but your real problem is the drones they have tracking you...

That would explain the humming noise around me all the time and I thought it was just computers.

If you wear an aluminium foil hat they can't track you...

Two things:

When I bought my Tristar, but hadn't gotten it from ther importer yet, I saw my first one in person driving down the road near home. I yelled to the driver, "I just bought one of those!" Turns out he was a guy I grew up with but hadn't seen since high school in 1978. There are only about 10 in California.

Another wierd one:

I went to Europe for 2 months with my friend Dave. We first went up to Norway, where I met this nice Norwegian girl who was also travelling around. Dave got tired of being a third wheel, so he went on his own, saying he'll see me at the airport when we fly home in 2 months. Whatever. I don't know where Dave went, and I had no real plans myself. After a week when she had to go home, I decided to go to Portugal. And that's where I just happened to find Dave at a sidewalk cafe, in the Algarve.

Fool! That only amplifies the signal!

Here's a coincidence- 10 years ago I attended a conference at a resort in the Thousand Islands, up on the St Lawrence River on the US/Canada border. As the sign-in sheet came around, (and back then it was common to use your social security number as an id), I noticed a ss # only 1 off from mine and ended in 7338, mine ends in 7339- all the other numbers were the same! Turns out the lady with that number has the same exact birthday as me, and grew up in a city next to mine. She applied for working papers the same day(to be a waitress) as I did(to work in a supermarket) as I did and also applied for the SS card the same day(the birthday). We are still friends. A small world indeed.

I'm comforted by knowing that these weird things happen to you folks too!